300 Boys Songtext
von The Good Rats

I am a man of few relations
And them across the sea
I am the root of your extension
A ladder to your knee

It takes a day before tomorrow
A thirteen letter verb
It comes in white and green and violet
And makes a sound unheard
We took a walk by the lake
Threw a knife in the cake
We clapped our hands and rejoiced
I played with 300 boys

I′ll take old-fashioned flying saucers
And give them to the tribe
A horse in space can't win no races
If that horse ain′t alive


The test reveals a greyish color
That comes from too much love
A wino in the street once sold me
A worn out paper cup

We took a walk by the lake
Threw a knife in the cake
We clapped our hands and enjoyed
I played with 300 boys

I am a man of no reflection
A proper dapper dan
I'll take you down to touch the homesick
And make love to the hand

The test reveals a greyish color
That comes from too much love
Take heed the master of the hallway
Beware his fiendish heart

Ah Ahhh Ahh Ahh Ahh Ahh
I played with 300 boys

Ah Ahhh Ahh Ahh Ahh Ahh
I played with 300 boys


Ah Ahhh Ahh Ahh Ahh Ahh
I played with 300 boys
I gave them cookies and toys
I played with 300 boys