Keep your windows down Catch a chill if you will To turn a trick or two And learn something new
Turn your colour brown Be alright for a night I'll drive you home by eight And it's a lucky day
And it's an old trick Sue me if it don't stick Have another lick And put it in the back And if you like We'll label it the first stone Let it quench your thirst You never sank So don't be sad, sad, sad
I saw him coming Said my sins ain't worth it But I know these tricks are older than him
I worked in the circus And I know on the surface Though I'm wise, I'm also pretty and slim
We can work it out You can call the prices down I'll put 'em up again Cos you know I'm not a clown
Turning tricks for you Was the turning of the screw Well screw this, I'm a fool But I won't be your fool (tool, stool, fuel...)
You try my wits So you know it fits I'm unusual through and through
No mirrors, no smoke This trick ain't a joke I'll saw you right in two
Honey don't be cute You'll ruin my best suit Well hang it all to hell I'll iron it myself You cut the thing in two Now what's a man to do? Well I can't feel my legs So put the hacksaw on the shelfTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
