The wash is out
It4s hanging up
And all I have is nothing
Nothing to do
Nothing to say
I think I must be dreaming.
The sun comes up
And I4m all washed out
Is this what Deaner was talking about
And I don4t think I will ever return
Again my friend.
If I was king
I4d wear a ring
And never hurt the people
I4d stay alert
And dress to kill
I might even slip you something.
The sun comes up
And I4m all washed out
Is this what Deaner was talking about
And I don4t think I will ever return
Again my friend.
The sun comes up
And I4m all washed out
Is this what Deaner was talking about
And I don4t think I will ever return
Again my friend.
I do not think I will ever return
Again my friend
I do not think I will ever return
Again my friend