So a man on the bench at the park Oh, a rocket with eyes, they would spark His teeth were brown and his skin was dark He offered a toke on his smoke With eyes of emerald green Oh brother but I should've forseen
Why would he ever come back? Wouldn't think it of a man like that Why would he ever come back? Wouldn't think it of a man like that Why would he ever come back?
Singoalla, take me to heaven or hell Sing a song to me as clear unclean as the wide eye with you Singoalla, go cast your spell Send me to heaven or send me to hell
Then he came back with a smile Complaining that it took him a while Put his hand out for some gold Surprised that he even came back Wouldn't think it of a man like that Oh brother but there's no way back
Why would he ever come back? Wouldn't think it of a man like that Why would he ever come back? Wouldn't think it of a man like that Why would he ever come back?
Singoalla, take me to heaven or hell Sing a song to me as clear unclean as the wide eye with you Singoalla, go cast your spell Send me to heaven
You cast your spell With a fortune to tell Send me to heaven or send me to hell You cast your spell With a fortune to tell Send me to heaven
Singoalla, take me to heaven or hell Sing a song to me as clear unclean as the wide eye with you Singoalla, go cast your spell Send me to heaven or send me to hellTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
