your death, yep Tell Ecko to make him a suit Tell Reebock to make him some boots Get him a head band, to cover the holes in his head He a dead man for
all around the world But I only got eyes for just one girl I don't roll twirl like a ballarena, I roll through town and I rock arenas I may seem a little
brawl and band from brains ta balls Da boots word ta-burr-bam-boo break the loot Blowing up brain cells BOOM like Beirut Assume the same suit, fuck that
paper bag (Thank God for that) Brown paper bag Thank God for those days, thank God for those nights Though it might seem wrong, thank God for that white
dumb On the run, too little done Take the mick out of top of the pops To much energies drag In 73 we started to lose Oh the band got the blues 'n I got
brawl and band from brains ta balls Da boots word ta-burr-bam-boo break the loot Blowing up brain cells boom like Beirut Assume the same suit, fuck
around the world But I only got eyes for just one girl I don't roll twirl like a ballerina I roll through towns and I rock arenas I may seem a little
pick all around the world But I only got eyes for just one girl I don't twirl like a ballarena, I roll through town and I rock arenas I may seem a little
to your death, yep Tell Ecko to make him a suit Tell Reebock to make him some boots Get him a head band, to cover the holes in his head He a dead man for
sister's girl She said she wouldn't miss it for the world And all them young'uns squirmin' in the pews Mr. Charlie in his lime green suit is a handsome
and from every show, I want complimentary tickets for everybody I know. I want my brother and my cousin hired to play in the band, And don't go tryin