Laulunsanoja:
The Doors Land Oh

girl alive. If I get my hands on a number two, Come back home and marry you, marry you, marry you. All right! Land ho! Yeah, land ho Yeah, land ho Well

girl alive. If I get my hands on a number two, Come back home and marry you, marry you, marry you. All right! Land ho! Yeah, land ho Yeah, land ho Well

girl alive. If I get my hands on a number two, Come back home and marry you, marry you, marry you. All right! Land ho! Yeah, land ho Yeah, land ho Well

a brick in da door Shit, I'm the number man, hot like Summer Jam Slick like Fonzarelli, and Rich like Cunningham I stretch them like rubber bands, I make them say Oh

baby four door Rizzy Royce tryna work it out might be a bad business choice I'm bout my business boys plus I make paper come on thats old news yesterday's paper oh

that way I'll wait for you And I'm tired of all your friends Listening at your door And I want what's better for you So long my friend and adversary Oh

You fixed your nose and hair, learned how not to care Got a pretty little man You landed hard on the map of the stars Now where everybody wants you Oh

Seen the arrow on the door post Saying, "This land is condemned" All the way From New Orleans to Jerusalem I traveled through East Texas Where many martyrs

Oh, Jawbone, when did you first go wrong? Oh, Jawbone, where is it you belong? Three time looser, you'll never learn Lay down your tools before you burn