Run Red Run Songtext
von The Coasters
Run Red Run Songtext
Oh, Red went and bought himself a monkey
Got him from a pawn shop broker
He taught that monkey how to guzzle beer
And he taught him how to play stud poker
Last night they were gambling in the kitchen
The monkey he was taking a beat
The monkey said, "Red, I′m gonna shoot you dead
Because I know darn well you been a cheat"
Well a-run, Red, run, 'cause he′s got your gun
And he's aiming it at your head
Run, Red, run, 'cause he′s got your gun
And he′s aiming it at your head
You better get up and wail, you better move your tail
Before he fills it up full of lead
Oh, Red jumped up and he started to move
Like a P-80 Sabre jet
He zoomed around the corner and he disappeared
And everybody started to bet
The race was on, you know the chase was on
That Red he sure could run
But let me tell you sport, don't sell that monkey short
′Cause he's a traveling son of a gun
Well a-run, Red, run, ′cause he's got your gun
And he′s aiming it at your head
Run, Red, run, 'cause he's got your gun
And he′s aiming it at your head
You better get up and wail, you better move your tail
Before he fills it up full of lead
The monkey trapped Red in a parking lot
Down along the avenue
The monkey said, "Red, you made a man out of me
Now I′m gonna make a monkey out of you
Give me your car keys and give me your watch
Give 'em to me or I′ll shoot
I'm gonna put on your brand new Stetson hat
And go to town in your new brown suit"
Well a-run, Red, run, ′cause he's got your gun
And he′s aiming it at your head
Run, Red, run, 'cause he's got your gun
And he′s aiming it at your head
You better get up and wail, you better move your tail
Before he fills it up full of lead
Got him from a pawn shop broker
He taught that monkey how to guzzle beer
And he taught him how to play stud poker
Last night they were gambling in the kitchen
The monkey he was taking a beat
The monkey said, "Red, I′m gonna shoot you dead
Because I know darn well you been a cheat"
Well a-run, Red, run, 'cause he′s got your gun
And he's aiming it at your head
Run, Red, run, 'cause he′s got your gun
And he′s aiming it at your head
You better get up and wail, you better move your tail
Before he fills it up full of lead
Oh, Red jumped up and he started to move
Like a P-80 Sabre jet
He zoomed around the corner and he disappeared
And everybody started to bet
The race was on, you know the chase was on
That Red he sure could run
But let me tell you sport, don't sell that monkey short
′Cause he's a traveling son of a gun
Well a-run, Red, run, ′cause he's got your gun
And he′s aiming it at your head
Run, Red, run, 'cause he's got your gun
And he′s aiming it at your head
You better get up and wail, you better move your tail
Before he fills it up full of lead
The monkey trapped Red in a parking lot
Down along the avenue
The monkey said, "Red, you made a man out of me
Now I′m gonna make a monkey out of you
Give me your car keys and give me your watch
Give 'em to me or I′ll shoot
I'm gonna put on your brand new Stetson hat
And go to town in your new brown suit"
Well a-run, Red, run, ′cause he's got your gun
And he′s aiming it at your head
Run, Red, run, 'cause he's got your gun
And he′s aiming it at your head
You better get up and wail, you better move your tail
Before he fills it up full of lead
Writer(s): Jerry Leiber, Mike Stoller Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com

