Cory is the one--she'll never ever die young She'll be quite candid And say we were drunks who couldn't make her come Running with Revolt and Plutonium In the canyons of Uranium Rolling off a roulette on a Rampart Street Here come the King of the Bayou
When should a beat get the blues? If it's a subway pokergame you lose If the Zulu King is on Main Let's beat the parades and the crowds from the game Rushing through the rush hour on an all-nighter Never seen you look so young The world really looks from this doughnut store Such a funny colour in the sun
And in his style he's number one Said the monkey of the three wise bums Toting Mezzrow and up to the innocent But he's seen what jammings been done And they're selling tickets to the stadium And the doors to the ceilings of our craniums I was glad we were changing on the gradient They were sweeping up with searchlights made of Radium
Everglade funk in a clubtown For once the traffic's been conquered by the streets Listening close the waterpools You can hear the hiss and the leaks And the rattling cans of the shuffling bands Down the avenues of spare change Forty blocks north in your memories In the Indonesian fog and the rain
Cory is the one--she'll never ever die young When should a beat get the blues? If it's a subway pokergame you lose Rolling off a route on a Rampart Street Here comes the King of the Bayou.Teksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
