Oh, I know different kinds of men.
Oh, I know different kinds of men.
Some wear
nice suits, but some don't.
Have I
ever mentioned before
That one of them has opened a shop
Where they do the skies?
Where they do the skies?
Where they do the skies?
Where they do the skies?
Have I
I
never said
that the roads
will never change
They do disguise,
they do disguise,
they do disguise,
they do disguise
Oh I know
different kinds of men
Oh I know
different kinds of men
Some wear tall hats but no shoes
Have I ever
mentioned before
That one of them
has opened a shop?
And they do disguise,
they do disguise,
they do disguise,
they do disguise
But I,
Emerson,
down the road,
will never change.
They do disguise,
they do disguise,
they do disguise,
they do disguise.