I'm a walking fiasco
But I'll be damned
Da Vinci's in his crypt
So he got nothing on me, man
I'm a ranking igniter
So howdy do
New York City's nothing
Cause there's nothing here that's new
But out on Eighth Avenue
You were the Sun Queen of Wow
Riffing with the guys in your band over the chorus of "Gloria"
When the music starts over, I start again
Ah, ya come closer. Yeah, I'm your man
When the truth is no answer
And the bomb's a sham
Ah, ya come closer. Yeah, I'm your man
You're a woman enamored with the camera's lie
Posing for your pout doll punk movie tonight
And look at ya tattered so perfectly
Fronting them stilettos while you're pumping your Blondie
Ah baby you're so fine
Your hair's platinum white
Riffing with the guys in your band over the chorus of "Red, Red Wine"
When the music starts over, I start again
Ah, ya come closer. Yeah, I'm your man
When the truth is no answer
And the bomb's a sham
Ah, ya come closer. Yeah, I'm your man
Four hundred miles away
I took a gig in West Virginia
I felt out of place
So I guess I'll be singing
Bout how you left me
Unless, of course, you change your mind and Gringo gets lucky
We'll cover the streets with paint
Amps up all night
Riffing with the guys in the band over the chorus of "It's My Life"
When the music starts over, I start again
Ah, ya come closer. Yeah, I'm your man
When the truth is no answer
And the bomb's a sham
Ah, ya come closer. Yeah, I'm your man
When the music starts over, I start again
Ah, ya come closer. Yeah, I'm your man
When the truth is no answer
And the bomb's a sham
Ah, ya come closer. Yeah, I'm your man
Ah, ya come closer. Yeah, I'm your man
Ah, ya come closer. Yeah, I'm your man
Yeah, I'm your man
The Kaytonsville 8 - Yeah, I'm Your Man Lyrics
The Kaytonsville 8 - Yeah, I'm Your Man Lyrics
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I'm a walking fiasco
But I'll be damned
Da Vinci's in his crypt
So he got nothing on me, man
I'm a ranking igniter
So howdy do
New York City's nothing
Cause there's nothing here that's new
But out on Eighth Avenue
You were the Sun Queen of Wow
Riffing with the guys in your band over the chorus of "Gloria"
When the music starts over, I start again
Ah, ya come closer. Yeah, I'm your man
When the truth is no answer
And the bomb's a sham
Ah, ya come closer. Yeah, I'm your man
You're a woman enamored with the camera's lie
Posing for your pout doll punk movie tonight
And look at ya tattered so perfectly
Fronting them stilettos while you're pumping your Blondie
Ah baby you're so fine
Your hair's platinum white
Riffing with the guys in your band over the chorus of "Red, Red Wine"
When the music starts over, I start again
Ah, ya come closer. Yeah, I'm your man
When the truth is no answer
And the bomb's a sham
Ah, ya come closer. Yeah, I'm your man
Four hundred miles away
I took a gig in West Virginia
I felt out of place
So I guess I'll be singing
Bout how you left me
Unless, of course, you change your mind and Gringo gets lucky
We'll cover the streets with paint
Amps up all night
Riffing with the guys in the band over the chorus of "It's My Life"
When the music starts over, I start again
Ah, ya come closer. Yeah, I'm your man
When the truth is no answer
And the bomb's a sham
Ah, ya come closer. Yeah, I'm your man
When the music starts over, I start again
Ah, ya come closer. Yeah, I'm your man
When the truth is no answer
And the bomb's a sham
Ah, ya come closer. Yeah, I'm your man
Ah, ya come closer. Yeah, I'm your man
Ah, ya come closer. Yeah, I'm your man
Yeah, I'm your man
But I'll be damned
Da Vinci's in his crypt
So he got nothing on me, man
I'm a ranking igniter
So howdy do
New York City's nothing
Cause there's nothing here that's new
But out on Eighth Avenue
You were the Sun Queen of Wow
Riffing with the guys in your band over the chorus of "Gloria"
When the music starts over, I start again
Ah, ya come closer. Yeah, I'm your man
When the truth is no answer
And the bomb's a sham
Ah, ya come closer. Yeah, I'm your man
You're a woman enamored with the camera's lie
Posing for your pout doll punk movie tonight
And look at ya tattered so perfectly
Fronting them stilettos while you're pumping your Blondie
Ah baby you're so fine
Your hair's platinum white
Riffing with the guys in your band over the chorus of "Red, Red Wine"
When the music starts over, I start again
Ah, ya come closer. Yeah, I'm your man
When the truth is no answer
And the bomb's a sham
Ah, ya come closer. Yeah, I'm your man
Four hundred miles away
I took a gig in West Virginia
I felt out of place
So I guess I'll be singing
Bout how you left me
Unless, of course, you change your mind and Gringo gets lucky
We'll cover the streets with paint
Amps up all night
Riffing with the guys in the band over the chorus of "It's My Life"
When the music starts over, I start again
Ah, ya come closer. Yeah, I'm your man
When the truth is no answer
And the bomb's a sham
Ah, ya come closer. Yeah, I'm your man
When the music starts over, I start again
Ah, ya come closer. Yeah, I'm your man
When the truth is no answer
And the bomb's a sham
Ah, ya come closer. Yeah, I'm your man
Ah, ya come closer. Yeah, I'm your man
Ah, ya come closer. Yeah, I'm your man
Yeah, I'm your man
Writer: John Roberson
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Copyright: Lyrics © O/B/O DistroKid