Cuz we was Coolsville....cuz we was Coolsville
Well you stick it here;
you stick it over there;
it never fits
And now the hungry night wants
more and more
and you're chippyin' your
little kiss.
I jumped all his jokers,
but he trumped all my tricks
But I swear to God I thought
this one was smart
enough to stick it into Coolsville.....
and stick it into Coolsville...
Ooh, Daddy, stick it into
Coolsville
So now it's J and B, and me,
That sounds close,
but it ain't the same
but that's okay
Hot City don't hurt that much
When everything feels the
same
Well the real thing come and
the real thing go...
Well the Real Thing is Back
in Town...
Ask me if you wanna know The
way to Coolsville....
I hear you wanna go back to
Coolsville?
Then come on, I'll take you
back...to Coolsville
Marco Giunco |
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