Текст песни billy’s band — не храните плохие дни

Mamas in the kitchen, Daddies on the phone
Nobody knows what's going on
But I've got them. So long I'll see you
My Buick's outside waiting blues

One for the money, two for the show
Three to get ready, I'm gotta go
But I've got them. So long I'll see you
My Buick's outside waiting blues

This gigolo’s jumping salty, ain’t no trade out on the streets,
Half past the unlucky, and the hawk’s a front-row seat
And a wooden kimono that was all ready to drop in san francisco bay
He was just mumbling something all about the one that got away

Gotta skeet-skat outta here...
Gotta skeet-skat outta here...
We gotta skeet-skat outta here...
We gotta skeet-skat...

Mamas in the kitchen, Daddies on the phone
Nobody knows what's going on
But I've got them. So long I'll see you
My Buick's outside waiting blues...