Από το άλμπουμ Little Queen του 1977
So, this ain’t the end, I saw you again, todayI had to turn my heart awaySmiled like the sun, kisses for everyoneAnd tales, it never fails
You’re lying so low into the weeds,I bet you gonna ambush meYou’d have me down, down, down on my kneesNow wouldn’t you, barracuda? Oh
Back over time we were all trying for freeYou, and the porpoise, and meNo right, no wrong you’re selling a song, a name
Whisper gameAnd if the real thing don’t do the trick,You better make up something quickYou gonna burn, burn, burn, burn, burn to the wickOh, barracuda, oh, yeah
“Sell me, sell you” the porpoise saidDive down deep, down deep within youI think that you got the blues tooAll that night and all the nextSwam without looking backMade for the western fools, silly, silly fools
If the real thing don’t do the trick, noYou better make up something quickYou’re gonna burn, burn, burn, burn, burn it to the wickOh, barra-barra-cuda, yeah
Ooh, hey
