☆ Makina

all a vine makina pok

T bone Billy just a
singin’ the blues
Caught his lady with another man
Lit up a smoke and did some talkin’
With the back of his hand
She started shakin’
started losing her mind
But he was kicking back
and playing it cool
Signed her walkin’ papers
Took the 5:15 to Kalamazoo
Sing for your supper
Nobody rides for free
Eat your heart out
I’ll send it C O D
One two baby what you do
Three four let me show you the door
You’re better off dead than
makin’ a mess of me
Five six take your last licks
Seven eight
let me give it to you straight
You’re better off dead
than makin a mess of me
Now Billy boy’s out havin’ a ball
playin’ fiddle at the local bar
Dark shades cool kicks
he’s Hollywood Blvd
Slick Daddy and his fat cigar sayin’
Sign upon the dotted line
He shook his head and said
All I need is that
fiddle of mine let’s all
Sing for your supper
Nobody rides for free
Take your big time
I’ll take care of me
One two baby what you do
Three four let me show you the door
You’re better off dead than
makin’ a mess of me
Five six take your last licks
Seven eight
let me give it to you straight
You’re better off dead than
makin a mess of me
When trouble came knockin’
Billy kep a rockin’ like this

Sing for your supper
Nobody rides for free
Eat your heart out
I’ll send it C O D
One two baby what you do
Three four let me show you the door
You’re better off dead than
makin’ a mess of me
Five six take your last licks
Seven eight
let me give it to you straight
You’re better off dead than
makin a mess of me
One two baby what you do
You’re better off dead than
makin a mess of me
Five six take your last licks
You’re better off dead than
makin a mess of mess of mess of me