Hurricane
Dogs D'amour
Errol Flynn - King Of The Thieves
Hurricane
Hey, hey, hey, hey
Hey, hey, hey, hey
Oh, there´s this guy I know
He´s an actor, he may be let go
He just sits in a bar
His beautiful wife she loves him so
And he loves her
I hope he never lets her go
He spills out stories to me
As easy as I spill my drink
He´s an undiscovered saint
Just hides behind his war paint
Sleeps through a hurricane, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Hurricane
Sleeps through a hurricane, wow, wow
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Solo:
She whispers to him silently
That he´s drank too much again
And it would be, oh, so silly
To end it this way
He spills out stories to me
As easy as I spill my drinks
Oh, he´s an undiscovered saint
Just hides behind
Sleeps through a hurricane
Hurricane, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Sleeps through a hurricane
Hurricane, yeah, yeah, yeah
Solo:
Oh
Of all the stories ever told
Of all the cats that have slept in all the beds they´ve got (???)
Of all the bottles of gin, mother´s ruins on him
Bourbon, oh
I´m gonna make you a star someday
And then I´ll let you burn the wire
Bette Davis
Just like Marilyn Monroe
Aaah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Sleeps through a hurricane, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Oooh, hurricane, hurricane, hurricane, hurricane
Sleeps through a hurricane, yeah, yeah
Aaaaaah
Oooh, hurricane
Hey, hey, hey
(Sleeps through a hurricane)