for the Captain and the kid. . His world had gone from sailing ships to raking mom's backyard. He never could adjust to land although he tried so hard. We both were growing older then and wiser with
a dead man's chest. He didn't know where to find them. When we set sail across the seven seas. There was Captain Dan and Billy Bones and me. And the Tomahawk Kid. The Tomahawk Kid. The Tomahawk Kid
a man in the front row. Sent down by the mob with a gun. For 'Kid Gloves', 'Kid Gloves', I'm back out on the street. 'Kid Gloves', the master to the beat. 'Kid Gloves', I'll do anything but dive
Intro. (You gotta get yourself together, kid). (Da-da-da). Chorus. You gotta get yourself together, kid. You got to keep it together. Yeah, pull your trousers up, you're hosin' it. You gotta get
He had eyes of the poor wild and hungry. Stood outside of the store shy and clumsy. Saw an electric guitar he got hooked from the start. That's what it did. To the back street kid It's a
, your voices rough. Then you learn the lesson. That it's cool to be so tough Handle with kid gloves. Handle with kid gloves. Then you learn the lessons. Taught in school won't be enough Put on your
, your voices rough. Then you learn the lesson. That it's cool to be so tough Handle with kid gloves. Handle with kid gloves. Then you learn the lessons. Taught in school won't be enough Put on your
* * Up in the hills every night * * Poppin' all the silver stuff inside 𝄢Pro𝄪 𝄢Pro𝄪 It's the summer, real, it's the ride 𝄢Pro𝄪 𝄢Pro𝄪 Baby, let's chill, feel the vibe 𝄢Pro𝄪 𝄢Pro𝄪 Way too
What's this a-here goin all around town. The people they say they're gonna put the kid down. Oh no. Oh look at what you did. You can call it what you want to. I call it messin' with the kid
a man in the front row. Sent down by the mob with a gun. . For 'Kid Gloves', 'Kid Gloves', I'm back out on the street. 'Kid Gloves', the master to the beat. 'Kid Gloves', I'll do anything but
