Clouds Songtext
von Los Chicros

There is a king in New Orleans
Playing guitar like a tommy gun
Oh yeah
Remember the days
When he drove fast cars
Snorting his dope
Not aware of where the good times are
Fooling around
With the nasty crowd
Well he just don′t care
Cause he only dare
To drink alone tonight
Oh yeah, alright
He lost himself
In the dirty streets
Nobody really liked him In New Orleans
Oh yeah
There was a king in New Orleans
Playing guitar like a son of a gun
Oh yeah, oh yeah, oh yeah, oh yeah
There was a king in New Orleans
Playing guitar like a tommy gun
Oh yeah, oh yeah
You better be straight in New Orleans
Or we'll cut your balls off with our teeth
Oh yeah, oh yeah
You better be good in New Orleans
We′ll sex you dumb baby
Let's do it so clean
Oh yeah, alright