Old Rocker Monologue

Duration

7:48

Genres

Southern/Blues Rock/Rockabilly

Description

Lyrics

Hey you, what's running on Your fucking tape recorder Just singing by the crappy sound Another pasta wonderer. Monkey instinct still in force Since fashion in requirement You always imitating those Whom getting on admired. I'm pretty pretty pretty vintage rocker My grandpa was a tapper in the pub And You - cheap trick, You candy popper Still look behind, still look behind the bump. Ragtime blues and rock-n-roll - The greatest music ever, But hardest blockhead understood It's sense if no clever. I hate this snout with a fringe - Somewhat like a pony. But she prefer to fall in deep With friendly Panasonic. By Deribasso Avenue I'm walking down slowly While watching faces turning blue I always true - you know me. You don't need my friend to see Hawaii and Jamaica, Just take a look it gets no worse The parrots body shaker.