Mister in Morgantown Songtext

von Malcolm Holcombe

Mister In Morgantown

Go on an' hand 'em to me good buddy o' mine
We're cruisin' with the blues an' the cufflinks shinin'
Turn loose o' yo' belt an' pull into my face
Hard up the elevator to the perculator place

Go on an' pace yourself slammin' everyone else'
One eye watchin' always one cigarette left
Hingin' on the door you can find myself
Slung up tight as a tick on a mongrel in Morgantown

I'm sorry, thank you
Yes sir, It's mister in Morgantown

Same ol' tales about squealin' and bleedin'
Blame some ol' man starin' atcha in the TV
I got locked up brakes in a system overheatin'
Drivin' too fast off a road o' good reason

I'm sorry, thank you
Yes sir, It's mister in Morgantown

Welcome to Morgantown my friends
The population's agravatin' plenty 'round here
Straighten yo' jacket look down an' whisper
Yes sir, it's mister in Morgantown

Now lemme use the phone I know a phony talkin' man
He digs in the woods for food an' gonna cover me good
I know a party downtown an' I don't need no jacket
Turn loose o' the blues an' the cufflinks shinin'

But no I'm sorry, thank you
Yes sir, it's mister in Morgantown

Straighten yo' jacket look down an' whisper
Yes sir, it's mister in Morgantown

I'm sorry, thank you
Yes sir, it's mister in Morgantown