Packing father
Tin can, shooter,
Makes us ready
He lies in waiting
And I hope we find him
Before they find him
Ooooooh, ooooooh, ooooooh,oooooooh,
Basically the same for the rest of the song....... *
The sight of Brower
The taste of something
The thought of houses,
Rows of houses
The sight of Brower
