This place is meant for business Overtook strong in Irish bribes And when their knees are wounded solid Smokey men will get what's right
This credit card is my savior I'll run it high for miles And when that check comes gold and written I'll pocket what is mine
‘cause boss Don't take kind To myself Or strangers Drinking rum Wearing shorts Out in the summertime
Selling nutrients binds a greeting Broken down on a boulevard And when my CV stands a beating There's my southern greet and charm
Pale brown bodies frown Taking off their crowns Yelling lively yelling saying: "How you dare hide that Accent away, away from me"
They don't fool around They don't mess around They don't joke around They don't do around
And I can't tell you what they're drinking now
In the summertime
Service growing fast and steady Stamped blanched on a resume And when their plates fall and ready, well There's my southern greet again
Pale brown bodies frown Taking off their crowns Yelling lively, saying: “How you dare not match the 25 cents on the gift card You idiot You fucking mongrel”
They don't fool around They don't mess around They don't joke around They don't do around
And I can't tell you what they're eating now
In the summertime
This credit card is my savior I'll run it high for miles “You're so healthy, you're so friendly” well, You're a joker and you're a clownTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
