Testi:
Slightly Stoopid Live Direct Acoustic Roots

Heard you knockin' on the Devil's door Come back tommorow baby Cause he aint takin' any more See you walkin' down on Bourbon street I can tell you girl

Whoa Yeah But if this world were mine They'd play rub-a-dub all the time But then me playin' with this double bass line They playin' with the wicked

But i aint no prophet To cure some damn disease And would you help me anyway If i was on my knees I'm going through my time of change In my time of need

But hear my story Said it's standin' true But nobody callin' 'til i call you Missionaries go and fight the war But don't you hear me i say babylon fall

But everybody wants to get some Sinsemilla And everybody wants to get some We want our sinsemilla And everybody wants to get some We want the sinsemilla

Skankin' little momma know right down for the rhythm i'm gon' feel you Bottom droppin' out you're Bound to get another Maybe one or two Woman lookin'

Said the man Who feel him a fool For he be the wiseman For the man Who don't think he's a fool he Control his destiny But he's too cool for himself For

whoa yeah but if this world were mine they'd play rub-a-dub all the time but then me playin' with this double bass line they playin' with the wicked

heard you knockin' on the devil's door come back tommorow baby cause he aint takin' any more see you walkin' down on bourbon street i can tell you