| Lyrics: | paul simon.
he was a mean individual,
he had a heart like a bone,
he was a
naturally crazy man,
and better off left alone,
he stopped one nite, at a traffic
lite,
and when that lite turned green,
he was a mean individual, stranded in a
limousine.
hey, hey, hey,hey,
all the children on the street,
come running out
their front doors,
running out their back doors,
flying on their feet,
they said mama
oh, papa oh,
see what i have seen,
theres a mean individual,
stranded in a
limousine.
then everybody come running,
everybody said, lordy lord,
everybody was
gunning,
gonna divvy up the re-ward,
then wah wah wah wah wah wah wah,
a siren,
a
flashing lite,
but the mean individual, had vanished in the black of nite.
hey hey hey
they wondered where to begin,
cos he left that neighborhood,
just like a rattlesnake,
sheds its skin,
then they searched the roofs, and checked out the groups,
and they
photographed the scene,
of the mean individual,
stranded in a limousine. |
