Oh.... Take a walk in the warm New England sun. Ain't no time to look for clues. You get the point from Uncle Sam's loaded gun. Who be the hand that light the fuse.
Nineteen seventy one. we all heard the starters gun. new york is such a pity but at max's kansas city we won. we all shot the shit at the bar. with johnny o'toole and his scar.
We all live on the edge of town. Where we all live, there isn't a soul around. People start coming. All we do is just grin. Said we've got to move out.
Kickin' down the road. feelin' mighty slowed. with the likes of you. gettin' mighty spaced. never had a taste. of what you're goin' through. i can't bitch.
Take me on your rocking whores.(yes... not rocking horse). hit the lights and shut your doors.. grab your ankles, ev'ryone.. ain't my way of having fun..
Checkmate honey, beat ya at your own damn game. no dice honey, i'm livin' on the astral plane. feet's on the ground, and your head's goin' down the drain.
Ooh, on the beach at cartegena. she, salty baby with the name-a. oh, chiquita. oh, love chiquita. she, takes to walkin' in the sunshine. she, she'll be lovin' till the moon shine.
Flatbush boy cruisin' sheepshead bay. His boardwalk mama just a sniff away. Underground dmt, ridin' thunder train. The cone island white fish boy is on the run again.
Flatbush boy cruisin' sheepshead bay. His boardwalk mama just a sniff away. Underground dmt, ridin' thunder train. The cone island white fish boy is on the run again.
No trust, love sux, hard work, false words,. Hard crushed, boo hoo, who jerked who?. . Broke my heart, fell apart, but like Steve Austin,. Bigger and better now..
Backstroke lover always hidin' 'neath the cover. Still I talked to your daddy he say. He said you ain't seen noting. Till you're down on a muffin. Then you're sure to be a-changin' your ways.