I'ma write a little letterI'm gonna mail it to

the heat of the day down in Mobile, AlabamaWorking

I'm gonna give you thirty days to get back homeI've been

Vic Vella:...wellSteve:Oh yeah?Vic:Went down ten feet, got a JCB from the

why can't you be true?Oh Maybelline, why can't you be

California, CaliforniaMuch has been told me about your beautiful sunshineMountains and

night I crashed a partyI met this groovy chickBetween

Well she drew out all her money from the Southern trustAnd

Lord have mercyGotta tell itTell it just like it isEvery wordYeah,

was AdamHappy as a man could beUntil Eve got

to-and-froHard workin' in the millNever fail in the mailYeah,

don't want you work all dayI don't want you

come old flat-top, he come grooving up slowlyHe got

Celles qui repartent jusqu'à MentonJe les vois où je vaisEt je

Deep down in Louisiana close to New OrleansWay back up in

know you shouldn't but I really, really wish you

Oh Maybellene, why can't you be true?Oh Maybellene, why can't you

Long distance informationGive me Memphis, TennesseeHelp me find a partyThat tried

They're really rockin' in Boston, Pittsburgh, PaDeep in the heart of

me, whatever happened to Jesus? Yeah, where did that