Senseless slaughter, wrung his daughter And then he went to sleep Tommy Gun, saw the sun And then began to weep
Travolta style, he danced a mile Then fell down in a heap He wondered why, he could not buy The people that were cheap
Take me to your hearts!
The Greasy Dog drank the fog Then rolled on down the street The Leather Prince, he turned to mince And left behind his feet
Poetic Frog became a hog And wallowed in the sty And Betty Bright screamed all night Then walked across the sky
Five Foot Mike, fell on the spike That pierced his left hand He wore the hood and dripped his blood Along the golden sand They saved his hide, he almost died Thanks to brave old Clive And none did frown as they laid him down And buried him aliveTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
