The Drunken Prowler Songtext
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Knock on the mansion door,
but no one's home
No one pick up the phone
Prowl from the door
It's your job,
you gotta
do wrong
Prowl in while you're sleepin', dear
And all the drink
but no one's home
No one pick up the phone
Prowl from the door
It's your job,
you gotta
do wrong
Prowl in while you're sleepin', dear
And all the drink
All the drinks you'll steal
to feel rich
The drunken prowler
makes a house call
The drunken prowler
falls
into the perfectly made bed
(lalalala lalalala)
Into the fresh clean sheets
And the only thing the drunk will feel is sweet sleep
Took all jewels and cash
but you want to rest
there on the roll-top desk
But your eyes lock on the fresh-made bed
To please wake you up
In the morning
paper's read
The drunken prowler
makes a house call
The drunken prowler
falls
into the perfectly made bed
(lalalala lalalala)
Into the fresh clean sheets
And the only thing the drunk will feel is sweet sleep
Yeah, the only thing the drunk will feel is sweet sleep
to feel rich
The drunken prowler
makes a house call
The drunken prowler
falls
into the perfectly made bed
(lalalala lalalala)
Into the fresh clean sheets
And the only thing the drunk will feel is sweet sleep
Took all jewels and cash
but you want to rest
there on the roll-top desk
But your eyes lock on the fresh-made bed
To please wake you up
In the morning
paper's read
The drunken prowler
makes a house call
The drunken prowler
falls
into the perfectly made bed
(lalalala lalalala)
Into the fresh clean sheets
And the only thing the drunk will feel is sweet sleep
Yeah, the only thing the drunk will feel is sweet sleep
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