County Orange - текст песни
County Orange
Our little friend
He didn't want to wear
His white buckled shoes
Nor was barefoot
His speed
He didnt like grocery store feet
He was a fussy little kid
When it came to footwear
But on Friday he could wear whatever he damn well pleased
The jive ass trickery
That makes this anything
But what it is
Dressed in county orange or city gray
Got rubber sandals
Just to be safe
Metaphorically speaking
We find our little friend
Back in his white buckled shoes again
The Monday if you will
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