Tekster:
John Elton Rock Of The Westies

Take the wheel, I hear the timbers creakin' Take the wheel, I think this ship is sinkin' Jamaica seems so far and I've been thinkin' Old Billy Bones has

still be together in the twenty first In the twenty first century [Incomprehensible] He's our flyin' ace, pilot of the future In an endless space, holy cow My eyes never saw a rocket

Yell help, too many cooks and a bird in the bush, yell help Yell help, if your mirror busts and your cat gets cussed, yell help 'Cause down the road you

wraps herself around you like a well worn tire You feel her nail scratch your back just like a rake He one more gone, he one more John who made the mistake

They must have had the whole thing planned There must have been a hundred If we make a stand I think we'll be outnumbered If I'd had the chance then I

: Like a corn in a field I cut you down I threw the last punch too hard After years of going steady, well I thought that it was time To throw in my hand

: Sometimes I think I'm going crazy Staring at the same four walls Waiting for the working day to end Then I get home so wasted, worn out I curse at

: Yeah I looked at my watch and it said a quarter to five The headlines screamed that I was still alive I couldn't understand it I thought I died last

: Take the wheel I hear the timbers creaking Take the wheel I think this ship is sinking Jamaica seems so far and I've been thinking Old Billy Bones