Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Til the money runs out, artist - John Hammond.
Date of issue: 10.03.2022
Song language: English
Til the money runs out |
Check this strange beverage fall out from the sky |
Splashin' Baghdad on the Hudson in Panther Martin’s eyes |
He’s high and outside wearin' candy apple red |
Scarlet gave him twenty seven stitches in his head |
With a pint of green Chartreuse, ain’t nothin' seems right |
You buy the Sunday paper on a Saturday night |
Can’t you hear the thunder? |
Someone stole my watch |
I sold a quart of blood and bought a half a pint of scotch |
Someone tell those Chinamen on Telegraph Canyon Road |
When you’re on the bill with the spoon, there ain’t no time to unload |
So bye bye, baby, baby, bye bye |
Droopy stranger, lonely dreamer, toy puppy and the Prado |
We’re laughin' as they piled into Olmos' El Dorado |
Jesus whispered, «Eni meany meany miney moe» |
They’re too proud to duck their heads that’s why they bring it down so low |
So bye bye, baby, baby, bye bye |
Pointed man smack dab in the middle of July |
Swingin' from the rafters in his brand new tie |
He said, «I can’t go back to that hotel room, all they do is shout |
But listen baby, I’ll stay wichew 'til the money runs out» |
So bye bye, baby, baby, bye bye, bye bye, bye |
Bye, bye bye, baby, baby, bye bye |
Bye bye, baby, baby, bye bye |
Check this strange beverage fall out from the sky |
Splashin' Baghdad on the Hudson in Panther Martin’s eyes |
He’s high and outside wearin' candy apple red |
Scarlet gave him twenty seven stitches in his head |
With a pint of green Chartreuse, ain’t nothin' seems right |
You buy the Sunday paper on a Saturday night |
Bye bye, baby, baby, bye bye |
Bye bye, baby, baby, bye bye |
Bye bye, baby, baby, bye bye |
Oh, bye bye baby, bye bye, baby, baby, bye bye |