Blackeye

Hey come old Blackeye He's looking for me again He's got a hard head He's always stinkin' of gin If he thinks he owns me He better think again He likes to hurt me He don't love me at all He never phones me He's never there when I call He's a low down dirty dog It's time I leave him that's all Bye bye Blackeye He's a low down dirty dog I don't need him at all (Hey watch what I'm saying man!?) Hey where you goin' Blackeye? When will you win? You still got your shoulder holster You still packin' yo' little friend Well one thing's for certain You're never gonna wipe that smile off my face again Oh yeah