Diablo
(words & music by K. Arnold)
Well, I woke up this morning,
And I looked out the door.
I can tell that old milk cow
By the way she lowed.
Hold it fellows, that don't move me.
Let's get real, real gone for a change.
Well, I woke up this morning
And I looked out the door
I can tell that that old milk cow
I can tell the way she lowed.
Well, if you've seen my milk cow,
Please ride her on home.
I ain't had no milk or butter
Since that cow's been gone.
Well, I tried to treat you right,
Day by day.
Get out your little prayer boo
Well, I woke up this morning,
And I looked out the door.
I can tell that old milk cow
By the way she lowed.
Hold it fellows, that don't move me.
Let's get real, real gone for a change.
Well, I woke up this morning
And I looked out the door
I can tell that that old milk cow
I can tell the way she lowed.
Well, if you've seen my milk cow,
Please ride her on home.
I ain't had no milk or butter
Since that cow's been gone.
Well, I tried to treat you right,
Day by day.
Get out your little prayer boo
Telebloodprintmediadeathwhore
Every trick in the book now baby,
I'll use it on you.
I've got my devices darling,
my machinery too.
Lying on a parquet carpet,
on the 4th of July.
Finding things in physics books,
things to try.
Now I've made my mind up,
you're going to be mine.
I tell you right now.
Trying to finfd the yellow cab
where you lost your purse.
Trying to find some cabbage and celery and PAPRIKA.
Listening to Julio Iglesias,
in a hot air balloon.
I've got my devices,
my PAPRIKA too.
Now I've made my mind up.
Fry your little mind.
Take it.