Ike Willis - Foreigner from Boston by Ike Willis lyrics

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Ike Willis - Foreigner from Boston by Ike Willis lyrics

I'm known in certain circles as The Foreigner from Boston I'm not too pretty Seen a lotta better days My occupation is I find ‘em if you lost ‘em So don't you try to judge me It's semi-honest and it pays My biggest problem as a musical creation Like that cartoon conscience That you know is gonna come And, technically, since I'm a conscience-dumping-station I get to ask the question What exactly have you done? I'm in a rush My journey through the Styx of Kansas Godz save the Queen There is no way that I could have planned this I? No, I can't understand How these girls of such fame n' fortune Kidnapped at night/ It's just like a newspaper cartoon Why? Why? Wonderman, or Cyndi – It's so damn trendy At least the heart is there But the Richards and the Rogers – knucklehead dodgers I'm sure that they don't care The leisure-suited ones have sent me on this deadly mission To save the Queen (of all things) from the Iron Maiden's clutch This gig is Suicide and that's just what they're wishing – ‘Cause now I'm really threatening what I know's (for them) Too much I just wish I could escape from all this silly ego But it's just not in my structure Guess they made me much too well But they don't even realize what's criminal or legal The phone will ring and start the day's Excursion into hell I'm in a rush My journey through the Styx of Kansas Godz save the Queen There is no way that I could have planned this I? No, I can't understand How these girls of such fame n' fortune Kidnapped at night/ It's just like a newspaper cartoon. Why? Why? Macho man or Mister – grab yer little sister Just whirl her ‘round n' dance ‘Cause the Foreigner is coming – Why are you running? You haven't got a chance I'm known in certain circles as The Foreigner from Boston I'm not too pretty Seen a lotta better days My occupation is I find ‘em if you lost ‘em So don't you try to judge me It's semi-honest and it pays My biggest problem as a musical creation Like that cartoon conscience That you know is gonna come And, technically, since I'm a conscience-dumping-station I get to ask the question What exactly have you done? I'm in a rush My journey through the Styx of Kansas Godz save the Queen There is no way that I could have planned this I? No, I can't understand How these girls of such fame n' fortune Kidnapped at night It's just like a newspaper cartoon. Why? Why? Macho man or Mister – grab that little sister Just whirl her ‘round n' dance ‘Cause the Foreigner is coming – Why are you running? You haven't got a chance Chance Chance Chance --- .