Bobby, King Of Boys Town 歌词

You ain’t gonna pin it on me I don’t wanna hear your sermon Can shave in three stokes An spit like hypodermic Can dance like the dickens Ain’t a man alive I fear You would not dare insult me If Brother Jack was here Where’d you learn to smoke? Cause you’re doing it all wrong The next plane to Honolulu Is what I’ll be on God bless Father Flanagan The movies is bologna Newspaper/Magazine Cigarette/Candy You say you’re 14 You certainly don’t look it The straight world is ANTHING BUT In fact, it’s rather crooked I’m getting out of Omaha An that’s for sure Cause the people bark about me Like I reversed the sin on murder Bobby, King of Boys Town