Run Run Run Songtext
von Bush Tetras
Run Run Run Songtext
One, two
One, two, three
Teenage Mary said to Uncle Dave
"I sold my soul, it must be saved
Gonna take a walk down to Union Square
You never know who you′re gonna find there"
You gotta run, run, run, run, run
Take a drag or two
Run, run, run, run, run
Gypsy death and you
Say what to do
Marguerita Passion had to get her fix
She wasn't well, she was getting sick
Went to sell her soul, she wasn′t high
Didn't know, think she could buy it
Run, run, run, run, run
Take a drag or two
Run, run, run, run, run
Gypsy death and you
Tell you what to do, go
Seasick Sarah had a golden nose
Hobnail boots wrapped around her toes
When she turned blue, all the angels screamed
They didn't know that she couldn′t make the scene
Run, run, run, run, run
Take a drag or two
Run, run, run, run, run
Gypsy death and you
Say what to do
One, two
One, two, three, four
Beardless Harry, what a waste
Couldn′t even get a small town taste
Rode the trolleys down to 47
Figured he was good to get himself to heaven
Run, run, run, run, run
Take a drag or two
Run, run, run, run, run
Gypsy death and you
Say what to do
You better run, run, run
You better run, run, run
You better run, run, run
Run-run-run, run-run-run
Run-run-run, run-run-run
Run-run-run, run-run-run
Run-run-run, run-run-run
Thank you
One, two, three
Teenage Mary said to Uncle Dave
"I sold my soul, it must be saved
Gonna take a walk down to Union Square
You never know who you′re gonna find there"
You gotta run, run, run, run, run
Take a drag or two
Run, run, run, run, run
Gypsy death and you
Say what to do
Marguerita Passion had to get her fix
She wasn't well, she was getting sick
Went to sell her soul, she wasn′t high
Didn't know, think she could buy it
Run, run, run, run, run
Take a drag or two
Run, run, run, run, run
Gypsy death and you
Tell you what to do, go
Seasick Sarah had a golden nose
Hobnail boots wrapped around her toes
When she turned blue, all the angels screamed
They didn't know that she couldn′t make the scene
Run, run, run, run, run
Take a drag or two
Run, run, run, run, run
Gypsy death and you
Say what to do
One, two
One, two, three, four
Beardless Harry, what a waste
Couldn′t even get a small town taste
Rode the trolleys down to 47
Figured he was good to get himself to heaven
Run, run, run, run, run
Take a drag or two
Run, run, run, run, run
Gypsy death and you
Say what to do
You better run, run, run
You better run, run, run
You better run, run, run
Run-run-run, run-run-run
Run-run-run, run-run-run
Run-run-run, run-run-run
Run-run-run, run-run-run
Thank you
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