Max Charles - Chilli Con Carne (Remastered) Lyrics

He was a man with a small threshold of
Thinking that he'd struck gold despite impurities
She had a hand that was still unbound and
It caused him to frown, he wasn't a nominee

He was a man from Azerbaijan
He was setting unrealistic goals
For himself to pursue
His sights were set on his dear Chilli Con Carne
It's not her fault a madman was the thing
That she made out of you

Woah, woah oh oh oh
Woah, woah oh oh oh

He was a man that had much to gain but
All he sought was pain, the alternate path was clear
Her heart was drawn to a fisherman
He's but a pawn of the whole chessboard

Woah, woah oh oh oh
Woah, woah oh oh oh

To reach out far yet never get
Reach a little further
Coûter les yeux de la tête
He's not the best learner
Stop asking these rhetorical questions
And just answer

TommyB, my man
Listen up
Woah, woah oh oh oh
Woah, woah oh oh oh

He was a man from Azerbaijan
He was setting unrealistic goals
For himself to pursue
His sights were set on his dear Chilli Con Carne
It's not her fault a goddamn psychopath
Was all she saw in you

Woah, woah oh oh oh
Woah, woah oh oh oh