3, 2, 1, I'm that son of a gun, but one who has the fun by the kilo and the ton Like Marv Albert but worse, I got the curse, got perverse with the nurse in the maternity ward That's right, I'm nuts, ask fisty cuts I got outpatient status at the Brooklyn zoo Doobie doobie doo, we like the crew that runs up in the club wearin' alligator shoes When I get the blues I get it really bad, ask Kronos for promos, Feliz Navidad Johnny black got my back, baby, happy or sad if I fall out of your favor, don' get mad
If the heat don't get me then the drugs sure will Stirrin' scotch and soda's with a twenty dollar bill
My head feels like old vinyl, and like Lionel, I'm idle Secretly stalking the title, stealin' Scenes by ways and means and that's why marines got m-16's I think I love her, but she's affected, bullshit detected wonder why she got neglected I legged it, turned up here, I'll have a beer and a joke about that Guenevere Lord I been knowin' there'd be days like these, but please don't hit me with the quick release And don't rat me out to Edwin Meese, 'cause I been around the world and the seven seas
If the heat don't get me then the drugs sure will Stirrin' scotch and soda's with a twenty dollar bill My mamma always told me, never drink on pills So roll down the window 'cause I'm feelin' kinda illTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
