He was an old-school fly boy A colonel in his youth He said an old cloth and biplane Is where he cut his tooth His neck was leather, red, and on the swivel for the Deuce He was an old philosopher of course
His chest was broad his belly round his belt was something buried down between his old revolver and his hips I spoke right up and asked him how he thought he spent his youth He took a swig of whiskey and replied
Chorus I was too young too dumb too Rich and too good lookin' And too much fun X2
He smiled and all his teeth were haggard crooked yellow things He said it never did no good to buy a bigger plane Because oil leaks, AV gas and Grease is all you'll ever have And if you buy that you'll know that you've been had
I had a decent woman with an awful pretty face I never paid attention so the whole thing was disgraced I said if I could have it all that my chest would swell with pride He So the glory of the conquest was denied… Cuz
I was too young too dumb too Rich and too good lookin' And too much fun X2
He likes to wear shit kickers but he's from Park Avenue Bro-ed down with them blue collar boys like he could sell The truth He used to be a working man but now he's riding high He winked and drank and spun me one more lie
I was too young too dumb too Rich and too good lookin' And too much fun X2
He hung his hat in Houston or a boat down by the bay His pirate days were over or so he'd like to say The wonder of his journey was how he found his way Like a message in a bottle it would say...
He was too young too dumb too Rich and too good lookin' And too much fun X4Teksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
