(StrummerJones)



Let me tell you 'bout Wayne and his deals of

cocaine

A little more every day

Holding for a friend till the band do well

Then the D.E.A. locked him away



Clang clang, go the jail guitar doors

Bang bang, go the boots on the floor

Cry cry, for your lonely mother's son

Clang clang, go the jail guitar doors



An' I'll tell you 'bout Pete, didn't want no fame

Gave all his money away