Maggie comes fleet foot, face
full of black soot
Talkin' that the heat put
plants in the bed but
The phone's tapped anyway,
Maggie says that many say
They must bust in early May,
orders from the D.A.
Look out kid, don't matter
what you did
But walk on tiptoes, don't
tie no bows
Better stay away from those
that carry around a firehose
Keep a clean nose, watch the
plainclothes
You don't need a weatherman
to know which way the wind blows
Oh get sick, get well, hang
around the inkwell,
Ring bell, hard to tell if
anything is gonna sell,
Try hard, get barred, get
back, write braile,
Get jailed, jump bail, join
the Army if ya fail
Look out Kid, You're going
to get hit
By losers, cheaters, six time
users
Hangin' 'round the theatres
Girl by the whirlpool's lookin'
for a new fool
Don't follow leaders, watch
the parkin' meters
Oh get born, keep warm, short
pants, romance,
Learn to dance, get dressed,
get blessed, try to be success,
Please her, please him, buy
gifts, don't steal, don't lift,
Twenty years of schoolin'
an' they put ya on the day shift
Look out kid, they keep it
all hid
Better jump down the manhole,
light yourself a candle
Don't wear sandals, try to
avoid the scandals
Don't wanna be a bum, you
better chew gum
The pump don't work cause
the vandals took the handles
Marco Giunco |
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