Lyrics The Colonel - Terry

The Colonel

Betty bet bet, betting on tremendous odds
The wives not the guys
But the guys don’t survive
So why would you dine with a Vegas villain?
Deserter, always the talker
Short Con, sideline stalker
Semi retirement, stories came out
Dodging the draft Eat 300 pounds
You do your job, and I’ll do mine
Are you lonesome?
Yes!
Are you ruthless?
Yes!
Circus instincts, Circus tents
Deserter, always the talker
Short Con, sideline stalker
Semi retirement, stories came out
Dodging the draft Eat 300 pounds
He’s a father figure, Andreas VK
Maybe murderer of Anna VDE
Pepper sprinkled around her
Dead age 23