Bucky Covington
Bucky Covington
Bucky Covington
Bucky Covington
Bucky Covington
Bucky Covington
Bucky Covington
Bucky Covington
Bucky Covington
Bucky Covington
Bucky Covington
He's a mover, he's a shaker. He's a big money maker
Spit and shine on his alligator shoes
Doin' what he's doin', headed sraight for ruin
And he doesn't even have a clue
The hollow man hasn't asked where it all happens
Gotta window on the forty-second floor
Whoever would have thought it turns out the only thing he wanted, Ain't the thing he was lookin' for
Sometimes he wishes that the wish wasn't granted
Wonderin' how he ever got disenchanted
Holdin' on to the good life, and he can't stand it
Well, everybody leaves here empty handed
A small town beauty queen, livin' on amphedimines
Hangin' in the Hollywood Hills
She got herself famous in the City of the Angel's
With the help of the devil and the pills
And daddy was a preacher, even Jesus couldn't reach her
She's a victim of another disease
She's done a lot of purgin' and she's had a lot of surgery
A searchin' for what she needs
Sometimes she wishes that the wish wasn't granted
Wonderin' how she ever got disenchanted
Holdin' on to the good life, but she can't stand it
Well, everybody leaves here empty handed
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Well, the cold hard truth is up to you...
So, if you ever wish that your wish wan't granted
Wonderin' how you ever got disenchanted
Holdin' on to the good life, but you can't stand it
Well, everybody leaves here empty handed
Well, empty handed
Empty handed
Well, everybody leaves here empty handed
Empty handed
Empty handed