Baby! I can't seem to open my eyes But I must get out of this bed 'Cause the phone keeps ringing downstairs And I know that this ain't no place for a sleepy head I go down to my chest Oh! Yer! Put on my old string vest Swing it on baby Well I feel like I'm in need So I go back up for a smoke And then I slip back in my easy chair Then I give my lucky dog a stroke Well he just gives me a wink And I know what that mean now Well it mean that I need to put on his lead If I don't want a mess on my cheap pan That's cool 'Cause I know I can trust him To grab the fuzz if they bust in Get him boy! Oh! yer! Well what does it take To make a jelly roll? Who can you sell? When I wake up to a grey day How do I ship away so easily? Oh! Baby! Baby! Well I feel too old to get a hair cut And I ain't had a shave in months Now when I don't go out I keep my door shut And I get on back to good old Beckton Dumps Drowning! Now warn ya! I'll be right back! I won't go there!Teksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
