BLACKEYE



Here come old Blackeye
Heīs looking for me again
Heīs got a hard head
Heīs always stinkin' of gin
If he thinks he owns me
He better think again

He likes to hurt me
He donīt love me at all
He never phones me
Heīs never there when I call
Heīs a low down dirty dog
It's time I leave him thatīs all
Bye bye Blackeye

Heīs a low down dirty dog
I donīt need him at all

Where you goinī Blackeye
You always play to win
You still got your shoulder holster
You still packinī yoī little friend
Well one thingīs for certain
You never gonna wipe that smile off my face again