Songtext von Holy Mackerel

Pick a name, pick a place. Chances are I've had the means to be there. Pick a date, pick a time, I've got it from a friend of mine. The ability to socialize. Holy Mackerel Once when I was young, I troubled over imperfection in my knees. When you cultivate a pompadour, it's best to keep the top up for the breeze. Cuts like hell, ya know. Sporty was a poetry boy and liked to puff his pipe into the night. But since he sold him hits of ectasy, Johnn Law, he took a decade of his life. That's a hunk o' life. Holy Mackerel.