Rock Island
Ya can talk, ya can bicker, ya can talk, ya can bicker, ya can talk, talk, talk, talk, bicker, bicker, bicker, ya can talk all ya wanna, but it's different then it was.
Never worries ‘bout his line?
Never worries ‘bout his line. Or a doggone thing. He's just a bang beat, bell ringing, Big haul, great go, neck or nothin', rip roarin' every time a bull's eye salesman.
Tell us what’s his line, what's his line?
He's a fake, and he doesn't know the territory!
Look, what do ya talk?
What do ya talk?
What do ya talk?
What do ya talk?
Don't know how he does it but he lives like a king and he dallies and he gathers and he plucks and he shines...
And when the man dances, certainly boys, what else? The piper pays him!
Yes sir, yes sir, yes sir, yes sir.
When the man dances, certainly boys, what else? The piper pays him!
Yessssir, Yessssir.
But he doesn't know the territory!
Updated On: 11/4/16 at 09:19 PM
