Tekst:
Pick a name, pick a place, chances are I've had the means to be there
Pick a date, pick a time, I got it from a friend of mine, the ability to
socialize
Holy Mackerel
Once when I was young, I troubled over imperfection in my knees
When you cultivate a pompadour It's best to keep the top up for the
breeze
Cuts like hell, ya know
Sporty was a poetry boy, and liked to puff his pipe into the night
But since he sold him hits of ectasy
Johnny Law, he took a decade of his life, that's a hunk of life
Holy Mackerel
Pick a date, pick a time, I got it from a friend of mine, the ability to
socialize
Holy Mackerel
Once when I was young, I troubled over imperfection in my knees
When you cultivate a pompadour It's best to keep the top up for the
breeze
Cuts like hell, ya know
Sporty was a poetry boy, and liked to puff his pipe into the night
But since he sold him hits of ectasy
Johnny Law, he took a decade of his life, that's a hunk of life
Holy Mackerel
