Hey come old Blackeye

He's looking for me again

He's got a hard head

He's always stinkin' of gin

If he thinks he owns me

He better think again

He likes to hurt me

He don't love me at all

He never phones me

He's never there when I call

He's a low down dirty dog

It's time I leave him that's all

Bye bye Blackeye



He's a low down dirty dog

I don't need him at all



(Hey watch what I'm saying man!?)



Hey where you goin' Blackeye ?

When will you win?

You still got your shoulder holster

You still packin' yo' little friend

Well one thing's for certain

You're never gonna wipe that smile off my face again



Oh yeah