Cokane in My Brain Songtext

von Dillinger

Hey Jim, Jim, just a minute y'all!
I want to ask you something,
I want you to spell something for me, Jim.
Can you do that? Sure, John.
But I want you to spell for me New York.
John, why do you ask me to do that?
I just want you to spell New York, Jim.
Well alright, I'm gonna go ahead, man.

New York, that's N-E-W Y-O-R-K, man,
No, Jim, you've made a mistake, Jim
I'm gonna teach you the right way
And the proper way to spell New York.
Well, go ahead, John.
A knife, a fork, a bottle and a cork
That's the way we spell New York, Jim.
You see, I'm a dynamite.

So all you got is to hold me tight,
Because I'm out of sight you know,
Because I'm dynamite.

But everytime I walk in the rain,
Man, oh man, I feel a pain
I feel a burnin' pain, keep on burning
In my bloody brain.

I've got cokane running around my brain,
I've got cokane running around my brain.
I want to dig me soul brothers and sisters
I want you to hold me tight cause I'm dynamite
I got cokane running around my brain.

No matter where I treat my guests
You see, they always like my kitchen best,
'Cause I've got cokane running around my brain
Cokane running around my brain, yeah!
Hey Jim, Jim, where is Jim, man?
I want to tell you somethin'
I want you to spell for me New York.
Come on Jim, how you spell New York?

A knife, a fork, a bottle and a cork
That's the way we spell New York right on.
Out of sight man, right on.
Oh right on. Yeah, right on.

Man, oh man, I run around
I've got to read the setting sun
'Cause I've got cokane
A whole lot, a whole lot of cokane man,
Running around my brain, running around my brain.
Cokane, cokane running around my brain, yeah.