Cruel Sea (The)
Cocaine
Hey Jim
A knife, a fork, a bottle and a cork
That's the way you spell New York...Right on No matter what I feed my guests
they always like my kitchen the best
Cause I got a whole lotta
Cocaine running around in my brain Man o man o man I gotta be on the run
Cause I gotta meet that setting sun
I gotta whole lotta
Cocaine running around in my brain
From Letras Mania