Songtext von The Lone Ranger

Go on and get my propeller 'Cause I can hardly walk I'll get your inhaler 'Cause you can hardly breathe On account of my On account of my On account of my Losing my 'haler We broke a pool cue Over a hustler We broke a bottle Over a drink If you don't run Then I can't trip you I've got two Fake legs I'll get you Some brandy For them Sad marks Then I'll get us Some jack For our Pack of hounds For our Pack of hounds For our Pack of hounds For our Pack of hounds For our Pack of hounds We broke a pool cue Over a hustler We broke a bottle Over a drink If you don't run Then I can't trip you I've got two Fake legs My paws walk My paws walk My paws walk Get the drill My paws walk My paws walk My paws walk Get the drill We broke a pool cue Over a hustler We broke a bottle Over a drink If you don't run Then I can't trip you I've got two Fake legs Hi-yo, Silver, away!