Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Willie Dixon Said , by - Tom Cochrane. Song from the album Xray Sierra, in the genre ПопRelease date: 31.12.1997
Record label: EMI Music Canada
Song language: English
Willie Dixon Said |
| Junkyard pilot and his sidekick derelict |
| Blactop halle bop microbus news do you get it? |
| Dialect comes so slick that you can’t predict the news |
| Water it down like butternut blues |
| Black smoke’s lightening comin' up the trees |
| Wrap it up nice put a bow round it please |
| Telly myself again and again and again |
| Get out of this son — state of mind we’re in |
| Like Willie Dixon said got to find me a place |
| To clear my head |
| Halle bop, halle bop I said |
| Gonna halle bop me gonna hail me a cab |
| Like Willie Dixon said got to find me a place |
| To clear my head |
| Halle bop, halle bop I said |
| Gonna halle bop me gonna hail me a cab |
| Justice lies somewhere behind… between |
| The have nots and the plasticine lies |
| Black spit twilight holograph scene |
| Conjured up images of apocalypse steam |
| Words never spoken wait on the lips |
| On the door step of a woman’s millenium hips |
| Big bang wash clothes delirium |
| Nostradamus' imposter and one last run |
| Haze falls away revealing dreams |
| Like writing a letter to myself it seems |
| Garage sales, paper trails, e-mails |
| Junk mail there for the plans that fail |
| God I miss you, I miss you real bad |
| The only thing real that I’ve ever had |
| Halle bop, halle bop I said |
| Gonna halle bop me gonna hail me a cab |
| Haze falls away revealing dreams |
| Like writing a letter to myself it seems |
| Garage sales, paper trails, e-mails |
| Junk mail there for the plans that fail |