5 am, Friday morning Thursday night, far from sleep I´m still up and driving Can´t go home obviously
So I´ll just change direction Cause they´ll soon know where I live And I wanna live Got a full tank and some chips
It was me and a gun And a man on my back And I sang "holy holy" As he buttoned down his pants
You can laugh, it´s kind of funny Things you think at times like these Like I haven´t seen Barbados So I must get out of this Yes I wore a slinky red thing Does that mean I should spread For you, your friends
Your father, Mr. Ed?
Was me and a gun And a man on my back But I haven´t seen Barbados So I must get out of this
And I know what this means Me and Jesus a few years back Used to hang and he said "It´s your choice babe, just remember I don´t think you´ll be back In 3 days time, so you choose well" Tell me what´s right, is it my right To be on my stomach of Fred´s Seville
Was me and a gun And a man on my back But I haven´t seen Barbados So I must get out of this
And do you know Carolina Where the biscuits are soft and sweet? These things go through your head When there´s a man on your back And you´re pushed flat on your stomach It´s not a classic Cadillac
Me and a gun And a man on my back But I haven´t seen Barbados So I must get out of this