It's the good

The bad

And the skinnee



It's the good

The bad

And the skinnee



It's the good

The bad

And the skinnee



It's the good

The bad

And the skinnee



The sun in the sky

And i know it was high noon

Hit the town center and enter the saloon

Six shooter by my side but i'm down by five

And the sign says j guevara dead or alive

Who shot the sheriff?

I swear it wasn't me

Case taken by mistake identity

Now deputies and mounties

Hunt my black ass for bounty

Now i'm jetting to avoid

These boba fetting fiends that hound me

There's a rally for an ally

With voice loud like town crier

On a steed name of tumbleweed

Arrives the pale rider

It's the honkee

On the donkey,

My compadre

Special j

J guevara knows the graveyard,

But i know the grave

We're guys in our disguises,

With our mustaches phoney

As we exit stage left

We go express like a pony

Then we're loose from the noose

And we're back in the saddle

Lil' bruto's in the pack

Of the riff raff and rabble



It's the good

The bad

And the skinnee



It's the good

The bad

And the skinnee



It's the good

The bad

And the skinnee



It's the good

The bad

And the skinnee



We're lost like atlantis

In this land of the lawless

Legendary mercenary

With an aim that is flawless

In a mess nonetheless

I confess like a sinner

Special j's got my back

While the buzzards got my innards,

For dinner

The cowards cower,

The brave brave the elements

I search the scenery for signs of intelligence

Is this the fate of the j's,

Special and guevara

Take our last breath of air

Up there on the sierra

Our hopes are dropping,

The temperature is rising

But look over there,

Where,

There on the horizon

A lone horseman

Approaches behold with gold from stagecoaches

And fortunes fortold

Now dreams of more clams

Than found by the seashore

Have got j and i digging graves like igor

But when the world divides

And men turn on their sons

Those with their shovels

And those with their guns



It's the good

The bad

And the skinnee



It's the good

The bad

And the skinnee



It's the good

The bad

And the skinnee



It's the good

The bad

And the skinnee



Badges,

We don't need no stinking badges



Badges,

We don't need no stinking badges



Badges,

We don't need no stinking badges



Badges,

We don't need no stinking badges



Badges,

We don't need no stinking badges

Where justice comes looser

Than swedish massages

Special j blowing up like a stick of dynamite

I'm the rootinest tootenist hombre

Since samuel yosemite

And i up the ante,

You cant beat the j vigilante

In the shanty

Bring inferno like dante,

Or disco or towering foes are endangered

Like manatees

I cause calamaties like jane



It's the good

The bad

And the skinnee



It's the good

The bad

And the skinnee



It's the good

The bad

And the skinnee



It's the good

The bad

And the skinnee


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