Songtexte French Fries with Pepper - Morphine

Oh six, six, sixty-six I was little I didn't know shit
And about seven, seven, seventy-seven, eleven years later still don't know any better
By eight, eight, eighty-eight it's way too late for me to change
And by nine, nine, ninety-nine I hope I'm sittin' on the back porch drinkin' red wine
Singin' Ohhhhhh

French Fries with Pepper!
Ohhhhh French Fries with Pepper!

Oh six, six, sixty-six I was little I didn't know shit
And about seven, seven, seventy-seven, eleven years later still don't know any better
By eight, eight, eighty-eight it's way too late for me to change
And by nine, nine, ninety-nine I hope I'm sittin' on the back porch drinkin' red wine
Singin' Ohhhhhh

French Fries with Pepper! Ohhhhh
French Fries with Pepper! Ohhhhh
French Fries with Pepper! Ohhhhh
French Fries with Pepper! Ohhhhh