its a leather jacket be careful thats a lot a lot of leather yeah its a jacket my mom did when i was young (x3) would you do it babe for me know be
I wanna tell you what's on my mind And i wanna bill you for wasted time And wasted cigarettes that quenched your fix And wasted spit I left there upon
a shake of the tin the money drops in, but is it a sin you're standing in rags you're selling your flags but who gets the dough at the end of the day
Jospeph's Coat (John Cipollina/Nick Gravenites) Joseph's many coloured coat left him lyin' in the moat He lived his life as prince and slave and in
(Joseph) I closed my eyes, drew back the curtain To see for certain what I thought I knew Far far away, someone was weeping But the world was sleeping
(Jacob) Joseph's mother, she was quite my favorite wife I never really loved another all my life And Joseph was my joy because He reminded me of her (
Innocent victim filled up with pills Or so it would seem to the rumbler scene Her getaway sticks made contact with bricks Caught skating around, now it
Well now Billy Voltaire was a piano player up from Miami way He used to play in the bars, he could sound like the stars Ladies would pay and pay, one
So sorry son, you're worrying your mother No explanation's gonna make it seem all right Young boy, listen to your father It's more than just your life
Chorus Caw some gal a raffle up an a dip Me dem wah fi gi di jacket But mi nah go mine no pickney if me know a nuh me mek it Drop back dat an
A white sports coat and a pink carnation I'm all dressed up for the dance A white sports coat and a pink carnation I'm all alone in romance Once you
There's a man in a pitch black hat And his underwear's made of mud He jumps like a pouncing cat And he lands with a sickening thud His head is surrounded
(Brewster-Neeson-Brewster) He comes from a wasteland where stones misdeed into the night they pretend they feed him, then shoot him down in the search
Take off your old coat and roll up your sleeves Life is a hard road to travel, I believe I look to the east, I look to the west A youth asking fate to
The fit is generous and loose The coat is filled with down of goose Should I feel guilty about that? I wouldn't wear the fur of a cat The coat is black
Crickets are chirpin' the water is high There's a soft cotton dress on the line hangin' dry Window wide open African trees Bent over backwards from
Hey Mr. Postman, quit bringing me lemons. There's far more than I can use. They're tumbling out of my closet. Rolling from under my bed. When I'm running
Why, why can't you be happy for me? Now I've found someone who'll put up with me I'm no little girl, I'm the woman you raised I need some answers You
