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