What Deaner Was Talkin' About

The wash is out, it's hanging up

And all I have is nothing

Nothing to do, nothing to say

I think I must be dreamingThe sun comes up and I'm all washed out

Is this what Deaner was talkin' about

I don't think I will ever return again, my friendIf I was king I'd wear a ring

And never hurt my people

I'd stay alert and dress to kill

I might even slip you somethingThe sun comes up and I'm all washed out

Is this what Deaner was talkin' about

I don't think I will ever return again, my friendThe sun comes up and I'm all washed out

Is this what Deaner was talkin' about

I don't think I will ever return again, my friend

I do not think I will ever return again, my friend

I do not think I will ever return again, my friend