But what the Hell
Suddenly, someone shouted, incoming, incoming, hit the dirt,
Take cover, take cover…Sir, they got us pinned down, they
Got us pinned down…Sir, what are your orders, what’s
Your orders, Sir…they got us pinned down.
But what the hell, but what the hell
They got me,
Pinned down, they got me pinned
Down
But what the hell, but what the
Hell, ain’t got no
Support, ouch, I need some
Support, ouch, cause
I’m here on my couch, ouch
But what the hell, to sing Mabelle
Don’t tell Mr. Brown
His son is a clown,
Just fooling around
But what the hell, if they got me
Pinned down,
My life so bright, I can’t
Doing it right, what the hell
But what the hell, if you push it
Too far, with that
Damn cigar, strumming
Your guitar
But what the hell, but what the hell
They got me pinned down,
It’s breaking my sound,
Stop circle around, they got
You surround
But what the hell, to sing Mabelle
You’ve got to
Slow down, to head south bound
And hide underground.
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