You could hear the fuckin' fleas crawlin' on my nutsOut my window cool and bright
Fade so slowly into night
Funny how things look the same
Now that my friend Ebin's changedEbin was a cooly that I used to know
Now he's down with the PLO
He's cold kickin' it live with the KKK
No JMC, no JFACooly was sportin' black denim shoes
Dealing he was looking for something to use
With a pistol in his pocket and a bottle of booze
Well, it could be me or it could be you
Oh feels like my whole life is rearrangedOh Ebin you changed
Ebin, Ebin, Ebin, Ebin you
Oh how you changed
Oh you changed
Oh how you changedI give you a hard time, didn't want to stay
Got outta jail just the very next day
It's plain to see my friend Ebin is a Nazi
He was a Nazi yeah, yeah, yeahHooked on crack just the other day
Now he's down with the CIA
We got covert operation in Vietnam
Making hits and assassination he's long goneHe went down to protect his country
Eat Mexican food and makes lots o' money
Come back a God and drive a big white car
And take himself a plane down to Nicaragua
Well it feels like I'm the only one to blameOh Ebin you changed
Ebin, Ebin, Ebin, Ebin you
Oh you changed
Oh you changed
Oh how you changedI give you a hard time, didn't want to stay
Got outta jail just the very next day
It's plain to see my friend Ebin is a Nazi
He was a Nazi yeah, yeah, yeahOut my window cool and bright
Day so slowly into night
Funny how things look the same
Now that my friend Ebin's changed
Songwriters
MARSHALL GOODMAN, ERIC WILSON, BRADLEY NOWELLPublished by
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