Lirik Lagu White Boy With A Feather - Jason Downs
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Tanpamu tiada berarti
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Oh yeahSee that hurtHe got a feather in his hairYo follow that kid, follow him
Got off the greyhound at the port in New York CityLooking for a break and some fame and fortuneLa de daMy father said boy its dangerous out thereYou better use a jimmy hatAnd don't forget your combat boots, boy
Who's the white boy over there?With the feather in his hairI'm gonna beat him and rob himI swearHe must be new cuz he ain't from hereGonna bust him downWith a left to the ear
Got knocked on the floorAfter they took my lucky jacketBut you can't have my guitar soI swung my case and kicked 'em in the faceI had my lights knocked out in New York CityBut when I came to I saw a beautiful woman starin' down at meAnd so I just had to say
Oh, what a beautiful day.He's a white boy with a featherI really love this dayHe's a white boy with a featherI wouldn't rather be anywhereWhere I am, Oooo
Back in her crib, we played strip pokerI was losing big,Down to nothing but my boots andMy feather in my hair when sheTook off her wigAnd said you been had, I'm a manThis is my gunGive me your money, and run
Ah, who's the white boy over there?With the feather in his hairAnd no under wearHe must be smokin' or jokin' I swearTrippin on sometin'Butt naked runnin' through Times Square
So I grab my guitar and I fly down 42nd streetAnd I stopped in Times SquareAnd played my song, here's a little ditty for NY CityNo one seemed to noticeOnly made a few penniesWas about to move onWhen I saw a couple of guys comin' for meSaying something like 'white boy'
Got off the greyhound at the port in New York CityLooking for a break and some fame and fortuneLa de daMy father said boy its dangerous out thereYou better use a jimmy hatAnd don't forget your combat boots, boy
Who's the white boy over there?With the feather in his hairI'm gonna beat him and rob himI swearHe must be new cuz he ain't from hereGonna bust him downWith a left to the ear
Got knocked on the floorAfter they took my lucky jacketBut you can't have my guitar soI swung my case and kicked 'em in the faceI had my lights knocked out in New York CityBut when I came to I saw a beautiful woman starin' down at meAnd so I just had to say
Oh, what a beautiful day.He's a white boy with a featherI really love this dayHe's a white boy with a featherI wouldn't rather be anywhereWhere I am, Oooo
Back in her crib, we played strip pokerI was losing big,Down to nothing but my boots andMy feather in my hair when sheTook off her wigAnd said you been had, I'm a manThis is my gunGive me your money, and run
Ah, who's the white boy over there?With the feather in his hairAnd no under wearHe must be smokin' or jokin' I swearTrippin on sometin'Butt naked runnin' through Times Square
So I grab my guitar and I fly down 42nd streetAnd I stopped in Times SquareAnd played my song, here's a little ditty for NY CityNo one seemed to noticeOnly made a few penniesWas about to move onWhen I saw a couple of guys comin' for meSaying something like 'white boy'
