Ween What Deaner Was Talkin' About
The wash is out, It's hanging up And all I have is nothing Nothing to do, nothing to say I think I must be dreaming The sun comes up and I'm all washed out Is this what Deaner was talkin' about I don't think I will ever return again my friend If I was king, I'd wear a ring And never hurt my people I'd stay alert, and dress to kill I might even slip you something The sun comes up and I'm all washed out Is this what Deaner was talkin' about I don't think I will ever return again my friend The sun comes up and I'm all washed out Is this what Deaner was talkin' about I don't think I will ever return again my friend
