C. Cot is a friend of mine,
chillin in the back lounge drinking wine.
From Steamboat to Johnny Jordaanplein
across the chocolate sea.
Two decker and a tall boy can,
glitter in the night time, elfin man.
The road is a pinstripe Watson fan
as far as I can see.
Fair is fair is, ferris wheel,
chicken on the black top pushing steel.
Dance all night with the back door man
by the light of the yellow moon.
Two tank tequila song,
a little bit of Mary all night long.
The big black bag and the red balloon
and the sun always comes up much too soon.
Hot coffee and scrambled eggs,
the back of the worm and wooden leg.
Transfusion and a turkey ham,
two bushwhackers and an angry ram.
Pete threw a bomb and he rang the pole,
soba yay in a Tokyo hole.
Glass table in a five star room,
and the sun always comes up much to soon
Push on to the day (x16)