Créditos

AUSFÜHRENDE KÜNSTLER:INNEN
Mott the Hoople
Mott the Hoople
Künstler:in
David Bowie
David Bowie
Saxofon
Ian Hunter
Ian Hunter
Stimme und Gesang
Mick Ralphs
Mick Ralphs
Gitarre
Overend Watts
Overend Watts
Stimme und Gesang
Verden Allen
Verden Allen
Orgel
Dale Griffin
Dale Griffin
Schlagzeug
KOMPOSITION UND LIEDTEXT
Ian Hunter
Ian Hunter
Komponist:in
PRODUKTION UND TECHNIK
David Bowie
David Bowie
Produzent:in

Letras

[Verse 1]
Old man Tyler had a crash in his car
Down on the fortune highway
Doctor said it was his cruel, sick heart
Didn't go to church on Sunday
[Verse 2]
Oh, your pace is going to knock you dead
Out of the race, you got time to spare
Jerkin' Crocus is the cause of the cross you bear
Didn't you wish you were there
[Verse 3]
I know what she want
Just a lick of your ice cream cone
I know what you say
Papa's in bed, well, hey, hey, hey
[Verse 4]
Well, he got stuck with a hole in his hand
She asked to drive it my way
Get down loadin' all the haughty jive
You don't know what it's like, babe
[Verse 5]
Oh, it's getting dark around here
I ain't got nothing to hide, I'm too tired to fear
Jerkin' Crocus didn't kill me but she sure came near
She's a nice puller
[Verse 6]
I know what she want
A judo hold on a black man's bones
And I know what you think
Ease over, baby, going to rock that thing
Alright
[Verse 7]
I know what she want
Just a lick of your ice cream cone
I know what you say
Papa's in bed, well, hey, hey, hey
[Verse 8]
I know what she want
A judo hold on a black man's bones
And I know what you think
Ease over, baby, going to rock that thing
Alright
[Verse 9]
Oh, jerkin'
Oh, jerkin', jerkin'
I know
Alright
I know
That's better
That's much better
Written by: Ian Hunter
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