Dillinger - Cocaine in My Brain lyrics
[Dillinger - Cocaine in My Brain lyrics]
Hey Jim, Jim, just a minute, ya
I want you to spell for me something
I want you to spell for me "New York", man
Why do you want me to spell New York, man?
I just want you to spell for me "New York"
Can you do that, man?
Sure, man, I can spell New York
Well, go ahead, man
N-E W-Y-O-R-K, that`s New York, man
No, man, you've made a mistake, man
I'm going to teach you the right way and
The proper way to spell New York, man
(Well, go ahead, man)
A knife, a fork, a bottle and a cork
That's the way we spell New York, man
You see, no matter where I treat my guest
They always like my kitchen best
'Cause, I've cocaine running around my brain
I've cocaine running around my brain
I want to dig me soul
Brothers and soul sisters
I want you to hold me tight 'cause
I'm out of sight and I'm dynamite
I've got cocaine running around my brain
I've got cocaine running around my brain
Man oh man, I've gotta be on the run
Because I've got to meet the setting sun
I've got a whole, a whole lot of cocaine
Just running around my brain
I've got cocaine
Hey Jim, Jim, just a minute, ya
I want you spell for me something, Jim
I want you spell for me New York
A knife, a fork, a bottle and a cork
That's the way we spell New York
Knife, a fork, a bottle and a cork
That's the way we spell New York
Ride on, huh, ride on ride on, huh, ride on
Whenever time I walk in the rain
Man oh man, it make me feel a burning pain
Keep on burning in my bloody brain
I've got cocaine running around my brain
I've got cocaine running around my brain
No matter where I treat my guests
They always like my kitchen best
Because I've got a whole lot of cocaine
Just running around my brain
A knife, a fork, a bottle and a cork
That's the way we spell New York
A knife, a fork, a bottle and a cork
That's the way we spell New York
Ride on, ride on, ride on, ride on
I've got cocaine, cocaine
Cocaine, cocaine, cocaine, cocaine
Running around my brain
I want you to dig me
Soul brothers and soul sisters
I want you to hold tight 'cause I'm
Out of sight and I'm dynamite
I've got cocaine running around my brain
I've got cocaine running around my brain
I've got cocaine running around my brain
Hey, Jim, Jim, just a minute
Just a minute, just a minute
Just a minute, just a minute
Cocaine, Lord, it's cocaine
Yeah, it's cocaine, I want cocaine
Lord, I want cocaine (Huh)
That's cocaine, and that's cocaine
Running around my brain
Running around my brain
Cocaine, cocaine, cocaine (yeah)
Man oh man, I've gotta be on the run
Because I've got to meet that setting sun
And I've got a whole lot of
Cocaine just running around my brain
I've got cocaine, cocaine, cocaine
Cocaine, cocaine, cocaine, cocaine, cocaine
I want you to spell for me something
I want you to spell for me "New York", man
Why do you want me to spell New York, man?
I just want you to spell for me "New York"
Can you do that, man?
Sure, man, I can spell New York
Well, go ahead, man
N-E W-Y-O-R-K, that`s New York, man
No, man, you've made a mistake, man
I'm going to teach you the right way and
The proper way to spell New York, man
(Well, go ahead, man)
A knife, a fork, a bottle and a cork
That's the way we spell New York, man
You see, no matter where I treat my guest
They always like my kitchen best
'Cause, I've cocaine running around my brain
I've cocaine running around my brain
I want to dig me soul
Brothers and soul sisters
I want you to hold me tight 'cause
I'm out of sight and I'm dynamite
I've got cocaine running around my brain
I've got cocaine running around my brain
Man oh man, I've gotta be on the run
Because I've got to meet the setting sun
I've got a whole, a whole lot of cocaine
Just running around my brain
I've got cocaine
Hey Jim, Jim, just a minute, ya
I want you spell for me something, Jim
I want you spell for me New York
A knife, a fork, a bottle and a cork
That's the way we spell New York
Knife, a fork, a bottle and a cork
That's the way we spell New York
Ride on, huh, ride on ride on, huh, ride on
Whenever time I walk in the rain
Man oh man, it make me feel a burning pain
Keep on burning in my bloody brain
I've got cocaine running around my brain
I've got cocaine running around my brain
No matter where I treat my guests
They always like my kitchen best
Because I've got a whole lot of cocaine
Just running around my brain
A knife, a fork, a bottle and a cork
That's the way we spell New York
A knife, a fork, a bottle and a cork
That's the way we spell New York
Ride on, ride on, ride on, ride on
I've got cocaine, cocaine
Cocaine, cocaine, cocaine, cocaine
Running around my brain
I want you to dig me
Soul brothers and soul sisters
I want you to hold tight 'cause I'm
Out of sight and I'm dynamite
I've got cocaine running around my brain
I've got cocaine running around my brain
I've got cocaine running around my brain
Hey, Jim, Jim, just a minute
Just a minute, just a minute
Just a minute, just a minute
Cocaine, Lord, it's cocaine
Yeah, it's cocaine, I want cocaine
Lord, I want cocaine (Huh)
That's cocaine, and that's cocaine
Running around my brain
Running around my brain
Cocaine, cocaine, cocaine (yeah)
Man oh man, I've gotta be on the run
Because I've got to meet that setting sun
And I've got a whole lot of
Cocaine just running around my brain
I've got cocaine, cocaine, cocaine
Cocaine, cocaine, cocaine, cocaine, cocaine