Let The Music Play
Louden Swain
2:58I been through Carolina, north of the border To the gulf of Mexico Gary, Indiana, snow in Atlanta Preventing us to go Everywhere I see ya, wouldn't wanna be ya Haunted by your ghost But if you got a drink on you You better raise it for a toast And it's one, two, three Let the devil come for me And it's four, five, eight If the barrister believes The solicitor agrees And believes me to be the guilty one I been to Hawaii, scampi in Kuai Headed for the coast Got more than over-served, triеd a little herb When you took mе to the roast "I never wanted that," you said in a spat Thought you were talking 'bout me Then I realized I'm desentisized And begged you to let me be And it's one, two, three Let the devil come for me And it's four, five, eight If the barrister believes The solicitor agrees And believes me to be the guilty one The guilty one Okay! Trouble with the Queen disliked my routine Spent the night with crisps and whey Headed for the alley, waited for a lorry They deported my ass away I met so many lovely people Reflected from the globe (Reflected from the globe) So don't you waste your time with wannabes Messing with your hope Don't you mess with my hope! And it's one, two, three Let the devil come for me And it's four, five, eight If the barrister believes The solicitor agrees And it's quatre, cinq, six And we're headed down to Nice From the gates of old Paris Ah, c'est la vie For the guilty one The guilty one The guilty one Au revoir, motherfuckas!