Right On The Money Songtext
von Herman Brood

Let′s go
I came from the place where the sky is the limit
It's tough to break rules, the rule to break hearts
Your horse loving daddy and a belly dancing mama
And a whole lot of gypsies having a ball
Of course you like the smell of dressing the heat
That blossom from the gutter like a lotus from the mud
But no more misty roses to see that street hot story
Long enough you′d been in the neighbourhood stud

You better be right on the money
Like the Yankees say
You gotta be right on the money
Living in the USA


Enough key viewed them books and
You're not very strong' in that, a smart conversation
But you dance like a tiger and you love a like mingle
Though a little grip of living a serious relation
Clean up your head and race like a rat
Your ties like flies, like bees make honey
Get some sleep, be back on your feet
And get yourself together and be
You gotta be

You gotta be right on the money
Stop fooling around with that shit
You gotta be right on the money

If you wanna be a hit
If you wanna
If you want to
Be a hit

Hey, you gotta be right on the money
Like the Yankees say
You better be right on the money
Living in the USA

I see winoes, speed freaks, punk rock and disco lovers, from the side-walk up the charts faking of success
Ripping of some apple nugger in the subway unit, pretending gutter glitter is high class
I see panic and needle, pork pie losing battle, cold steel messing up your arm
But monkey hungry, robbing the ladies rings, getting loaded getting busted and your back on the farm

I came from the place where the sky is the limit
Where it′s tough to break rules, the rule to break hearts
Your horse loving daddy and your belly dancing mama
A whole lot of gypsies having a ball


So I be right on the money
Stop fooling around with that shit
You gotta be right on the money
If you wanna be a hit

Right on the money
You better be
Right on the money
Right on the money