Yeah well, no one really understands A shopping cart is filled with cans And a top hat and a snare drum and a horn And a poster and some magazines With my picture and some magic beans And a blanket that I got when I was born Different people do the same things everyday And I just look the other way but I keep on rollin', I keep on rollin' I deny a problem with my attitude 'Cause I will work for food, yeah I keep on rollin', I keep on rollin' I wasn't always paranoid, sang a song on Uncle Floyd But the records never sold and that was bad And my Mommy still took care of me till I was almost thirty-three Now she's gone up to heaven to see Dad Sheriffs came with pistols and on their stary sleeves Gimme thirty days to leave and I keep on rollin', I keep on rollin' No one wants to pay for me my broken heart So now I've got this shopping cart and I keep on rollin', I jeep on rollin' On, on and on and on and on and on Yeah, well no one really understands A shopping cart is filled with cans And a top hat and a snare drum and a horn And a poster and some magazines With my picture and some magic beans And a blanket that I got when I was born Different people do the same things everyday I just look the other way and I keep on rollin', I keep on rollin' And I keep on rollin', I keep on rollin', on, on and on and on And on and on, on and on and on and on and on and on And on and on and on © BINKY MUSIC; SONGS OF WINDSWEPT PACIFIC; Bu döküman AkorMerkezi.com'da yayınlanmıştır. http://www.akormerkezi.com