Uh, there's a story
Back in '68
There's a story
'bout a crazy haze
You could feel it right between your legs
It was known
As king creole
So mysterious
Such a lonely ghost
With some leather on
Hear the engine go
Feels right
Smoking big cigars
Mr. president
In some foreign land
Asking questions no one understands
You will know
If the time is right
Its the devil's eye
Beauty in disguise
Shouting
One,two, three
(One two three four)
Listen to me girl
Bittersweet girl
I am on the run
Listen to me girl
Bittersweet girl
I am on the run
Pretty girls
Rip it of your chest
You will hit it
Then you feel it
You believe it
Now you are in it
And it just wont stop
Running through your veins
You better stop
You better stop, baby
You better stop baby
And be like this
You better be like this
Don't be like that
Listen to me girl
Bittersweet girl
I am on the run
Listen to me girl
Bittersweet girl
I am on the run
I said come on babyco co come
I said come on babyco co come
I said come on babyco co come
I said come on babyco co come
I said yeah
Come on baby co co come I said
(Come on baby co co come I said)
Come on baby co co come I said
(Come on baby co co come I said)
I said yeah (yeah) yeah (yeah) yeah (yeah) yeah (yeah) yeah (yeah) yeah (yeah) yeah (yeah) yeah (yeah) yeah (yeah) yeah yeah yeah yeah yeah yeah yeah yeah yeah
Listen to me girl
Bittersweet girl
I am on the run
Listen to me girl
Bittersweet girl
I am on the
On the run
On the run
Yeah yeah yeah yeah yeah yeah yeah