Gabriella Cohen - Son Of A Gun Lyrics

Ooh, yeah

We used to go to the corner store
Son of a gun
We used to go to the corner store
Son of a gun
Oh, you'd get a coke, I'd get a salad roll
Salad roll
Mm, you'd get a coke, I'd get a salad roll
Salad roll (yeah)

As we stepped out on the street
On the street
King of the junkyard comes to me
Comes to me
Dressed up ladies swinging from his arms
From his arms
Both of them smoking their cheap cigars
Cheap cigars
Yeah, he points to my salad roll
Son of a gun
And I feel myself losing control
Losing control

I say goodbye to my salad roll
Son of a gun
Oh, I hang my head as I watch them go
Son of a gun
King of the junkyard starts to rock'n'roll
Rock'n'roll
King of the junkyard and the salad roll
Junkyard and salad roll

We used to go to the corner store
Corner store
We used to go to the corner store
Corner store
Yeah, we used to go and we don't go no more
Son of a gun
Oh, we used to go to the corner store
Son of a gun
Yeah, we used to go and we don't go no more
Son of a gun
Oh, we used to go to the corner store
Son of a gun