In his tomb I saw the Well-known Soldier Sweating tiny drops of blood Yes I guess he didn´t like this last home That was burning in the sun So he just walked out there to rest While asking me for a drink Things go better with big-big smashing Coke
I´ll sing your song Stopping fighting for a while I´ll sing your song But I can´t resist a smile
Yesterday I freed a prosecuter Who was growing weed at home Mrs. Joan O´Leary killed herself mmh ´Cause she couldn´t stand a vice Deep and strong leaving her no choice She´d stolen hard to believe “Cream-Line” Toffee at Mr. Gardner´s shop