Was a place on my daddie´s and a Well my pistol was a tripper And I didn´t feel so bad Well be comin´ round with roses Put my hands on my feet And my turnin´ to the luck picture I put my neat Well, the gang´s all here And I´m feelin´ fine Ah, you gotta lose your mind He was a countdown Oh, that was a downtown
Said, swing low slicker Future goin´ lover All is goin´ good I forgot my rubber A pi-sa (never mind), my sexy
All I wanna do is get on my feet
Na, na...oh, the boy´s coming home
(Around this time, Steven screams something I won´t even try to make out) Downtown Charlie Said, Downtown Charlie (Repeat) (And never mind the screamin´ parts...impossible)
Just call him if you´re good Rockin´ fat if the machine was a roll