She played for the Angels, I for the Tribe The summer had been and the bases were all loaded There was big money on the Big money all the time, There was big on the line
I can't walk so I I'm gonna stay at home They can have my legs just leave my [Incomprehensible]
I was in the kitchen, the was in the fall A friend of mine told me that there no point in moaning No, there no point at all There was big fire in the hall, weren't no points at all
I can't walk so I I'm gonna stay at home They can my legs just leave my [Incomprehensible] alone And I can't so I guess I got nothin' to say I'll keep my eyes, just take these away
Lock stock and barrel, all the were gone in feral And the car ran like a percolator His liver had hard and he wouldn't mow the yard was big money on the line
And I heard that his was a Viking He liked to solve a problem a gun If you wanna know the facts, you gotta him how to act And I hate cough syrup, you?
I'd be a sailor than a fighter I'd like to sail a ship the sun If you wanna the truth, you gotta dig up Johnny Booth And I hate cough syrup, don't
I that your mother is a martyr I heard she's got with the mob If you learn to fight, you gotta drink up all the light And I hate cough syrup, you?
I'd rather be a than a lighter I like to see the wood curl up and If you wanna touch the sky, you must be to die And I cough syrup, don't you?
I hate cough and I hate the food in Europe And I cough syrup, it's true If you wanna know the truth, you gotta dig up Booth And I cough syrup, don't you? I cough syrup, it's true