Тексты песен «Jones Rickie Fee»

Oh, he's a lucky guy Oh, he's a lucky guy He doesn't worry about me When I'm gone He goes to sleep at night He don't turn off the light And wonder how to find me Or if I'm alone Oh, he's a lucky guy I wish I was like...

I and Braggar, and Junior Lee, Well that's the way we always thought it would be In the wind-strewn leaves of September, how we met Decked out like aces, we'd beat anybody's bet Cuz we was Coolsville....cuz we was...

Eddie's got one crazy eye that turns him into a cartoon wahen a pretty girl comes by and there's nothin' here to do anymore he sits on the stoop all day like there's something he's waiting for Cunt-finger Louie picks up...

She was pregnant in May Now they're on their way Dashing thru the snow To St. John's, here we go Well, it could be a boy But it's okay if he's girl Oh, these things that grow out of The things that we give We should...

But after all There are such things And these are the things Who'll turn your memories back into dreams again Oh, it's all flying and waving For you to keep trying You're so close. So close. All the returns One of these...

We go down round The far side of the tracks Lolitas playing dominoes and poker Behind their daddy's shacks Vacant-eyes, glue-face boys On a pearl splashing glass If they give us any flack If they come up on our ass...

Dutch took 'em on the slow train to Peking on La Brea Avenue To find the Stax and Sun They were reaching to get to They was a rapping the flat scat Diamond dialectos of points and taps Between the chicken and the back...