Hula Bula Man Songtext

von Gene Clark

Got my education on a Seventh Avenue train
I met my one armed saxaphone player, suitcase in his hand
He had eleven million uninvited guests running through his brain
Led by the Hula Bula, Hula Bula Man
Hula Bula, Hula Bula Man
Hula Bula, Hula Bula Man
Hula Bula, Hula Bula Man

I used to rap for free, upon my mammas knee until the day she died
I met my one-eyed thief while he looked around to steal another eye
He had eleven million uninvited guests running through his brain
Led by the Hula Bula, Hula Bula Man
Hula Bula, Hula Bula Man
Hula Bula, Hula Bula Man
Hula Bula, Hula Bula Man

Can't get away off this train
I can't get away
I can't get away
It's all the same

I went just through the turnstile
Do you want to buy or go back
I see them sad-eyed junkies weavin' Jack Flash
They got eleven million uninvited guests running through their brain
Led by the Hula Bula, Hula Bula Man
Hula Bula, Hula Bula Man
Hula Bula, Hula Bula Man
Hula Bula, Hula Bula Man
Hula Bula, Hula Bula Man
Hula Bula, Hula Bula Man
Hula Bula, Hula Bula Man
Hula Bula, Hula Bula Man
Hula Bula, Hula Bula Man
Hula Bula, Hula Bula Man

I can't get away off this train
I can't get away
I can't get away
It's all the same