Cocaine
The cruel sea
Hey jim
A knife, a fork, a bottle and a cork
That's the way you spell new york...right on
A knife, a fork, a bottle and a cork
That's the way you spell new york...right on
No matter what i feed my guests
They always like my kitchen the best
Cause i got a whole lotta
Cocaine running around in my brain
Man o man o man i gotta be on the run
Cause i gotta meet that setting sun
I gotta whole lotta
Cocaine running around in my brain
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