Mr. Widow Songtext
von Alquin
Mr. Widow Songtext
Mr.
Widow
Well, well baby, sure I saw your yellow Jensen.
Parked outside.
Quiet a sight.
Not bad baby.
Yes, I heard the neighbour say,
′He's sixty six, watch his tricks.′
He's got more money than most millionaire guys.
I told her: 'Baby listen!
The richer you live, the poorer you die.
You don′t even know what′s on my mind.'
Hello baby.
Nice of you to call again.
It′s long ago, oh oh oh.
Too bad baby.
Yes, I heard the neighbour say:
'He′s ninety five, still alive.'
He′s got more money than most millionaire guys.
I told her: 'Baby listen!
The richer you live, the poorer you die.
You don't even know what′s on my mind.′
He's got more money than most millionaire guys.
I told her: ′Baby listen!
The richer you live, the poorer you die.
You don't even know what′s on my mind.'
He′s got more money than most millionaire guys.
I told her: 'Baby listen!
The richer you live, the poorer you die.
You don't even know what′s on my mind.′
He's got more money than most millionaire guys.
I told her: ′Baby listen!
The richer you live, the poorer you die.
You don't even know what′s on my mind.
No, you don't even know what′s on, ...
My mind.'
Widow
Well, well baby, sure I saw your yellow Jensen.
Parked outside.
Quiet a sight.
Not bad baby.
Yes, I heard the neighbour say,
′He's sixty six, watch his tricks.′
He's got more money than most millionaire guys.
I told her: 'Baby listen!
The richer you live, the poorer you die.
You don′t even know what′s on my mind.'
Hello baby.
Nice of you to call again.
It′s long ago, oh oh oh.
Too bad baby.
Yes, I heard the neighbour say:
'He′s ninety five, still alive.'
He′s got more money than most millionaire guys.
I told her: 'Baby listen!
The richer you live, the poorer you die.
You don't even know what′s on my mind.′
He's got more money than most millionaire guys.
I told her: ′Baby listen!
The richer you live, the poorer you die.
You don't even know what′s on my mind.'
He′s got more money than most millionaire guys.
I told her: 'Baby listen!
The richer you live, the poorer you die.
You don't even know what′s on my mind.′
He's got more money than most millionaire guys.
I told her: ′Baby listen!
The richer you live, the poorer you die.
You don't even know what′s on my mind.
No, you don't even know what′s on, ...
My mind.'
Writer(s): Mars Hein, Franssen Willem, Ottenchoff Ronald Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com