PECOAE
04-29-2006, 07:16 PM
Sam – the guitar man,
Was, walking around.
Picking his instrument up,
He flung it all around,
Knockin’ two fellas to the ground.
They said, “Oww, whatcha’ do that for?!”
He say, “I don’t know, but there’s a whole lot more!”
Rob – the man on the job,
Was on his beat,
Finding the two fellas on the ground,
Whose names were Joe and Pete –
He swore that he would help them, but then stepped on their feet.
They said, “Oww, whatcha’ do that for?!”
He say, “I don’t know, but there’s a whole lot more!”
Greg – he’s the man who begs,
And he was sittin’ on the road,
He sees a man walk by with a guitar,
While Joe and Pete lie outstretched like toads.
He grabs his bottle of booze, chucking it at the two, he’s just following the musician’s code.
They said, “Oww, whatcha’ do that for?!”
He say, “I don’t know, but there’s a whole lot more!”
Joe and Pete struggle to their feet,
They get up slowly from the floor.
The guns are taken out for each,
And they make their way to the door.
But before they can make a move, they are shot in the feet by the four.
They said, “Oww, whatcha’ do that for?!”
They say, “Musicians all like a little blood and gore!”
Was, walking around.
Picking his instrument up,
He flung it all around,
Knockin’ two fellas to the ground.
They said, “Oww, whatcha’ do that for?!”
He say, “I don’t know, but there’s a whole lot more!”
Rob – the man on the job,
Was on his beat,
Finding the two fellas on the ground,
Whose names were Joe and Pete –
He swore that he would help them, but then stepped on their feet.
They said, “Oww, whatcha’ do that for?!”
He say, “I don’t know, but there’s a whole lot more!”
Greg – he’s the man who begs,
And he was sittin’ on the road,
He sees a man walk by with a guitar,
While Joe and Pete lie outstretched like toads.
He grabs his bottle of booze, chucking it at the two, he’s just following the musician’s code.
They said, “Oww, whatcha’ do that for?!”
He say, “I don’t know, but there’s a whole lot more!”
Joe and Pete struggle to their feet,
They get up slowly from the floor.
The guns are taken out for each,
And they make their way to the door.
But before they can make a move, they are shot in the feet by the four.
They said, “Oww, whatcha’ do that for?!”
They say, “Musicians all like a little blood and gore!”