King Hooker Songtext
von Walking Papers

He wears a ring on every finger
He holds his luck in a silver dime
He′s been known to have a nasty temper
If he don't get paid on time
He drive a white El Dorado
He keeps the keys inside and the windows down
And all the boys down on Michigan Avenue
Know that he don′t mess around
God I know that you're busy
And I never asked you for anything
And I know you got your own way to get things done
But there's another broken heart waiting for the phone to ring
This is the oldest profession
She′s a champion on the track
When her feet give her trouble
She just lies there on her back
Don′t send money, man


Don't send flowers
Don′t call her on the telephone every half an hour
She's not obsessed with sex, money, and power
But it′s only a matter of time
God I know that you're busy
And I never asked you for anything
And I know you got your own way to get things done
But there′s another broken heart waiting for the phone to ring
God I know that you're busy
And I never asked you for anything
And I know you got your own way to get things done
But there's another broken heart
Another broken heart
God I know that you′re busy
And I never asked you for anything
And I know you got your own way to get things done
But there′s another broken heart waiting for the phone to ring