Son Of A Gun

Ooh, yeah We used to go to the corner store Son of a gun We used to go to the corner store Son of a gun Oh, you'd get a coke, I'd get a salad roll Salad roll Mm, you'd get a coke, I'd get a salad roll Salad roll (yeah) As we stepped out on the street On the street King of the junkyard comes to me Comes to me Dressed up ladies swinging from his arms From his arms Both of them smoking their cheap cigars Cheap cigars Yeah, he points to my salad roll Son of a gun And I feel myself losing control Losing control I say goodbye to my salad roll Son of a gun Oh, I hang my head as I watch them go Son of a gun King of the junkyard starts to rock'n'roll Rock'n'roll King of the junkyard and the salad roll Junkyard and salad roll We used to go to the corner store Corner store We used to go to the corner store Corner store Yeah, we used to go and we don't go no more Son of a gun Oh, we used to go to the corner store Son of a gun Yeah, we used to go and we don't go no more Son of a gun Oh, we used to go to the corner store Son of a gun