Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Howdy Doody , by - Styles of Beyond. Song from the album Reseda Beach, in the genre Рэп и хип-хопRelease date: 21.10.2012
Record label: Tokyo Sex Whale
Song language: English
Howdy Doody |
| Got a bottle full of mescal, couple of whores |
| A Colt .45 pistol tucked in my shorts |
| Drunk in the morn', I puked up my guts on the floor |
| Passed out, now I gotta go look for my horse |
| Yeah, I tied him up by the general store |
| Between the OK Corral and the federal court |
| I was in the Birdcage with a peach of a hand |
| Must of heard us all shootin', got spooked and he ran |
| Ike Clanton came walkin' in, clutchin' his flames |
| Got up in his face and told him that’s just my game |
| Play for blood, capisce? |
| Yeah, I’m way too drunk so I carry two guns punk, one for each |
| Pull the smoke wagon out, wave it and blaze |
| Guess I gotta make a few folks famous today |
| Oh well, that’s what it is when you live in this town |
| Whistle at me if you see my horse walkin' around |
| And say |
| Hey, Howdy Doody what’s new? |
| You might think I’m livin' life like a movie, it’s true |
| You can find me in a wild west grimy saloon |
| Gettin' live, drinkin' moonshine out of a boot |
| Yeah, so take a couple back |
| Kick your spurs in the dirt |
| Make a move and we hit the first person that smirk |
| One for the road before we tear the place to bits |
| I’m markin' my spot cowboy, you’re takin' a trip |
| He had a scar on his face and like to sip on the worm |
| And quit his job and his shirt filled with cigarette burns |
| What a jerk, he’s a slob, lipstick and a perm |
| That’s when heard «click click» and the chicken |
| So I grab my slingshot and duck right under the table |
| He untucked and started sprayin' rounds like Halo |
| Said, «Move and I’ll put your brain in your sleeve» |
| That’s when I pulled out my lucky nickel and aimed for the knees |
| Huh |
| Hit the floor and painfully screamed |
| Bullets hit the ceiling, now the place is rainin' debris |
| He couldn’t see so I kicked the gun right outta his hand |
| Local hero does it again, hooray for the team |
| Singin' |
| Hey, Howdy Doody what’s new? |
| You might think I’m livin' life like a movie, it’s true |
| You can find me in a wild west grimy saloon |
| Gettin' live, drinkin' moonshine out of a boot |
| Yeah, so take a couple back |
| Kick your spurs in the dirt |
| Make a move and we hit the first person that smirk |
| One for the road before we tear the place to bits |
| I’m markin' my spot cowboy, you’re takin' a trip |