Issachar

歌詞

Where's the wizzler, where's the corn? Get jacuzzi on the horn, where's the wizzler Whatever happened to the mob? He had to quit and get a job Road manager, security, Hangin' shirts and makin' tea Where's the wizzler, where's the corn? Near the elevator, is there porn? What a a man gotta deal wit! My head's not orange, cut the shit! Jack, Jack ca mi sey Jack Flanagan Mi a go tell a likkie storie bout mi good bredren Wa go by de name of Jack Flanagan It was a long time ago down a CBGB Mi look pon mi bredren name Docta Dready Mi sey Docta D who booked dis opening band Mon in a 3 piece suit wit guitar ina im hand, ca mi sey Jack Flanagan On the road and on the phone, Roll up the window roll a bone Rollin' a buck in a forty zone Now settle up and head for home He's Issachar now hear him roar When he's lost his temper find the door It's almost always good to see him, He's one damn fine human being Jack Flanagen Mi bredren Bosstones dem naw slip dem naw miss Flanagen im was di Mob guitarist Nowadays he manage Reggae artist So when you wan get pin Micky Dread guest list Jack Flanagen him naw resist Jack Flanagen, Jack Flanagen Got us 'cross the border, Helpin' hand when it began Kept our shit in order my man Jack Flanagen In his town he'll hook you up, he'll show you 'round, he'll watch your back When we head down we look him up and hang around with Irish Jack Much, much, much respect, In this world it's hard to find A stand up guy who'll stand behind You if you're ever in a bind My man Jack he comes to mind