Born of the river, Born of its ever-changing, never-changing murky water Oh riverboat just rollin' along through the great great greasy city Huck standing like a Saint, upon its deck If ya wanna catch a Saint, then bait ya hook, let's take a walk...
'O come to me!, O come to me!' is what the dirty city say to Huck... HUCK
woah-woah, woah woah! woah-woah, woah woah! Saint Huck! Huck!
Straight in the arms of the city goes Huck, down the beckonin' streets of op-po-tunity whistling his favorite river-song... And a bad-blind nigger at the piano Buts a sinister blooo lilt into that sing-a-long Huck senses somthing's wrong!
Sirens wail in the city, and lil-Ulysses turn to putty and Ol Man River's got a bone to pick! and our boy's hardly got a bone to suck! He go, woah-woah, woah woah! woah-woah, woah woah! Saint Huck! Huck!
The mo-o-o-on, its huge cycloptic eye watches the city streets contract twist and cripple and crack. Saint Huck goes on a dog's-leg now Saint Huck goes on a dog's-leg now
You know the story! Ya wake up one morning and you find you're a thug blowing smoke rings in some dive Ya fingers hot and itchin, ya cracking ya knuckles Ya bull neck bristling... Still Huck he ventures on whistling, and Death reckons Huckleberry's time is up, O woah woah woah! Saint Huck! O woah woah woah! Saint Huck! Huck!
Yonder go Huck, minus pocket-watch an' wallet gone Skin shrink-wraps his skeleton No wonder he gets thinner, what with his cold'n'skinny dinners! Saint Huck-a-Saint Elvis, Saint Huck-a-Saint Elvis O you recall the song ya used to sing-a-long Shifting the river-trade on that ol' steamer Life is but a dream!
But ya traded in the Mighty ol' man River for the Dirty ol' Man Latrine! The brothel shift The hustle'n'the bustle and the green-backs rustle And all the sexy-cash And the randy-cars And the two dollar fucks O o o ya outa luck, ya outa luck Woah-woah-woah-woah Saint Huck! Huck!
This is the track of deception leads to the heart of despair Huck whistles like he just don't care but in the pocket of the jacket is a chamber Lead pellets sleeps in there Wake Up!
Now Huck whistles and he kneels and he lays down there See ya huck, good luck A smoke ring hovers above his head And the rats and the dogs and the men all come and put a bullet through his eye and the drip and the drip and the drip of the Mississippi cryin' And Saint Huck hears his own Mississippi just rollin' by him Woah-woah-woah-woah Woah-woah-woah-woah Saint Huck! Saint Huck! Saint Huck! Woah-woah-woah-woah Woah-woah-woah-woah Saint Huck! Saint Huck! Saint Huck! Woah-woah-woah-woahTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
