If you've got a friend that you want messed up Just meet me on the corner by the tail of the pup2 I'll be there soon if you'll wait a while It'll be just one punch for my « patients (patience? ) » And a drawer full of dirty shirts We'll find out just who hurts¨c¨c'cause Chorus: Bing can't walk Bob broke both his legs Bing can't walk Bob broke both his legs
You're the one that I'll remember most of all tonight Someone let go of my string, I'm fallin' down like a broken kite Who's to say, and who's to know¨c¨cthey don't know what I know There's something out there floatin' free Anything I had is tangled up in the branches of a hangman's tree
Like a punch in the face or a kick in the groin There's nothin' goin' down¨c¨cgoin' down but the dollar and the coin
Greasy little fingers point to ugly little lies Hide them in a hope chest in an attic in van nuys Trusted friendships can go sour¨c¨cbetrayal in the midnight hour Just remember¨c¨ci hate to lose
There's something out there floatin' free Anything I had is tangled up in the branches of a hangman's tree¨c¨c'cause
Bing can't walk Bing can't walk
A touch of sin could break your back Or scramble up your eggs
But then I've got a personal code I just hit 'em on the head, throw 'em in a trunk, And then I drive on down the road Ha.