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• Artiste: Mark Mulcahy
• Titre: Bill Jocko
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Why do I have to stay, And why does she get to go Oh, why, do I have to stay here, And why, does she get to go? Oh why, do I have to stay here, Why does she get to go? Down came Bill Jocko From the heart of Hooterville Take down your Christmas tree But I know that you never will Riding lover was his lady, And she did not know his mind When Billy took the Datsun To the top for the last time And that's when they were Drunk on wine coolers That they stole from her mother Drunk on the Summer And drunk on each other You better take a right at the graveyard And a left over at the ghetto Climb up to where it's dark And gonna take all of our clothes off Lucinda had her head down, Braiding her hair so she could not see, That William had his eyes closed, Headin' straight for a tree, And that's when they were Drunk on wine coolers That they stole from her mother Drunk on the Summer And drunk on each other One, or two, or three hundred feet down to the ground Let's do it now when there ain't no park ranger hangin' ‘round He cut the wheel on banana peels, We're goin' straight into a skid Shut off the motor, and gone straight off of the ridge They hit hard, like a broken wand, And Lucinda she was dead He climbed back up to the top, And this is what he said, He said Why do I have to stay here, and why does she get to go? Why do I have to stay here, and why does she get to go? Why do I have to stay here, and why does she get to go? Why does she? Why does she? Why does she? Why does she?