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Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
John Lawler
John Lawler
Vocals
Barry Wallace
Barry Wallace
Bass Guitar
Gordon McRory
Gordon McRory
Drums
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
John Lawler
John Lawler
Songwriter
Barry Wallace
Barry Wallace
Songwriter
Gordon McRory
Gordon McRory
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Tony Hoffer
Tony Hoffer
Mixing Engineer
Todd Burke
Todd Burke
Engineer
Stephen Marcussen
Stephen Marcussen
Mastering Engineer

Lyrics

[Verse 1]
Now Vince was a loner
A lovable stoner
Aha
He lived in a bluebird
Spelled his name backwards
Aha
She's so pretty
He always looks shitty
Aha
Born on a Monday
Such a very good day
Aha
[Verse 2]
And I haven't seen a pupil in his eyes for sixteen days
The catholic girls love him in a hundred million different ways
And he's been up for days
In a thick malaise
He's only living till the salad days
[Verse 3]
A rocker honey, rocker honey, woo-hoo
Sleeps all day and he dreams of you
A rocker honey, rocker honey, we-he
Dying in the city where the girls aren't free, oh
[Verse 4]
Now Vince got a big crush
On the girl from red rush
Aha
He took her out for tacos
Said she liked burritos
Aha
He said, she's so easy
Brought up in the country
Aha
Well, she gets naked for a living
She ain't afraid of giving
Aha
[Verse 5]
And I haven't seen a pupil in his eyes for sixteen days
All the catholic girls love him in a hundred million different ways
And he's been up for days
In a thick malaise
He's only living till the salad days
[Verse 6]
A rocker honey, rocker honey, woo-hoo
Sleeps all day and he dreams of you
A rocker honey, rocker honey, we-he
Dying in the city where the girls aren't free
[Verse 7]
I haven't seen a pupil in his eyes for sixteen days
All the catholic girls love him in a hundred million different ways
And he's been up for days
In a thick malaise
He's only living till the salad days
[Verse 8]
A rocker honey, rocker honey, woo-hoo
Sleeps all day and he dreams of you
A rocker honey, rocker honey, we-he
Dying in the city where the girls aren't free
[Verse 9]
A rocker honey, rocker honey, woo-hoo
Sleeps all day and dreams of you
A rocker honey, rocker honey, WOO-HOO
He going to a city, tell him, he don't touch me
Don't touch me, don't touch me
Written by: Barry Wallace, Gordon McRory, John Lawler
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