If I was the Lone Ranger Hiding behind a mask Wouldn't be any danger To the questions I ask What ya say Pocahontas Trade in your feathers and beads For an electric blanket And a packet of cigs You bet That's what she said
If I had me a needle For every bubble that popped Bind them all up like one You would hear that pin drop Like a gun shot Like a shot
And if I was a world leader Would not mislead the world I would not miss anything Miss America knows That it's only a pageant That it's only a show Isn't even film in the camera These aren't even my clothes No no no no Miss America knows
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You remember Houdini Who not a shackle could hold Carved a trap door into heaven To escape growin' old Guess he just couldn't hack it Bundled up for the cold Double-breasted straight jacket French handcuffs of gold No no no no He escaped growin' old The growing old Oh oh ohTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
