Adam Ant - Cool Zombie Lyrics
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Cool Zombie
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What Are The Lyrics For Cool Zombie By Adam Ant?
For a time he lived in Tennessee
A brilliant hillbilly A cool zombie The People there were real friendly Flat top cats and dungarees A cool zombie The town of Dayton suited me 54 Pickup, eggs over easy Zombie Took him a trip to London town Goldfish eyes and a permanent frown A cool zombie We haven't seen ya in a while Would give you anything but a smile A cool zombie The pink's shilling And the body was willing But not playing with a full deck The dead man eyes a giveaway His baby blues a thousand miles away A cool zombie (Come closer) Dead man with a famous head (Come closer) Earning him a crust of bread (Come closer) I'll sign my book of the dead (Come closer) I might even sign your leg (Come closer) Here's my best side baby (Come closer) Ten words in my vocabulary I bought an A-framed house to suit me On top of the Vale in Tennessee The place that made world history The Monkey Trial of 23 Cool zombie The kind of place a lost soul could hide Hadn't changed since Bonnie and Clyde This goes out to Ronnie B The sailor man on his Harley Showed me how good life could be A real-life tour of God's country The good folk there were good to me They never ever twigged I was a cool zombie Yeah! |
Who Wrote Cool Zombie By Adam Ant?
Adam Ant, Chris Mccormack
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What's The Duration Of The Cool Zombie By Adam Ant?The duration of Cool Zombie is 3:16 minutes and seconds. |
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