Oh, Mr Gallo, what a good friend He's always been a name (?) Oh, Mr Gallo, what a good friend Closer I've ever had Oh, Chan, what a woman you've
I can hear - voices in the water Coming up like - smoke brings the wind I have to take some time - to relocate that house of mine I think I must lost
If you want Money in your pocket A top hat on your head A hot meal on your table And a blanket on your bed Come to New York City And I'm leaving
Where do the dreams of babies go 'Cause you know they're all so good And they're also gone so fast Keep all the guns at home Help keep your momma
I am like powder I am like relaxation I am the snow I am the snow I am the snow I dig in this ocean And I try to fill it with gold Fill it to