I Shot My Manager Songtext
von Gruppo Sportivo

Hi boys and girls, we′re Sportivo and gonna to sing about money

G-I-B-S-O-N
Guitars on my t-shirt
I play the blues and I think I've got
The most expensive Firebird

When Mayall plays the blues
I feel like crying too
It′s so easy any one can do
Hoom fa fa fa fa, hoom fa fa fa
Hoom fa fa fa fa, hoom fa fa fa

E-A-B is what I play
I pick the blues at sessions
I'm losing hundred fans a day
I'm a stoned musician

When Eric played the blues
He went back to it′s roots
He realized six golden rules
Six, five, four three two...


(One) Lose a leg
(Two) Don′t stay white
(Three) Remember blues is black
(Four) Go blind
(Five) Try to see
(Six) A lot of misery

I shot my manager
'Cause he used to keep my royalties
Hey record company
Wanna have a hit like Bob Marley?
Misery, Misery

So get a gun and do it (Do it)
Blues in F? Forget it (Get it)
Reggae tune, that′s it! (That's it)
Money in your pocket

When Eric played the blues
He went back to it′s roots
He realized six golden rules
Six, five, four three two...

(One) Lose a leg
(Two) Don't stay white
(Three) Remember blues is black
(Four) Go blind
(Five) Try to see
(Six) A lot of misery


(One) Lose a leg
(Two) Don′t stay white
(Three) Remember blues is black
(Four) Go blind
(Five) Try to see
(Six) A lot of misery