Big Bad Voodoo Daddy - Volts текст песни

Hes got a sharkskin suit

And a diamond earring hes got jet black hair,

Just like his mother

Hes got a jail tattoo, from his long-lost brother

Hes got a shotgun fuse,

Dont you pull his trigger

Broke from jail without a gun,

Public enemy number one killed a man on the run, on the lam,

Without bail headed straight back to jail.

Nowhere else for him to go daddy-o, daddy-o

Hes gonna make his mark at a vegas hotel

He rolls snake-eyes down,

Hes gonna make his money

Hes headin west, on a killin spree

Down in l.a., you know the killins free

(he was born on the 4th of july the kind of guy,

When he spoke to you,

He stared you straight in the eye you know, man,

When he walked into the room,

You would feel it and man,

When he walked in the room,

It sounded like this)

He got a hundred years,

And the electric chair

His final words were, I dont care

(the way the legend goes,

Is he was executed shortly after midnight

Some witnesses say he seemed to be enjoying himself

One witness said he died with a smile on his face

He was one bad, bad man)