paroles de chanson Jim's Whiskers - John Garcia

He said, "Son, try a little bit harder
It's not quite away from the bone
If you fry it a little bit longer
Your brain will be all alone"
He said, "Girl, I'll cook a little while longer
Just please give me more of you"
All these words, they keep on jumpin'
China white all over you

I said you, I said
You, you, you, you
Oh, oh

Now please give me more of this something
It's separating from the bone
I'm feelin' like more myself now
I'm almost more than done
Now take me to the stall and teach me
Show me all of your evil ways
Give me a bath to die in and I'll write you all away

I said you, I said
You, you, you, you

You were wrong, man, so wrong, man, oh, oh
You were wrong, son, so wrong, son, oh, oh
And you were buried so goddamn far away, man
And you were buried so goddamn far away, man
Oh, oh
Oh, oh
Oh, oh
Oh.