Short Dogs & Englishmen

Lyrics

Well I saw a woman walking She had a short dog on a leach And she climbed above her pet horse [?] It's like I do not feel at ease Now I had no reason to be freightened It was only the middle of the night Oh, when I speaked she turned to me, young lord I knew that I was right Oh ! Short dogs and englishmen (short dogs and englishmen) 'bout to drive me insane (about to drive me insane) And my nose it isn't rottin' (my nose isn't rotten) With the smell of sweet cocaine (from the sweet smell of cocaine) Now you may think I'm fallin' lord (you may think I'm falling) But I know my demon, my name, you know (but I know my demon, my name) And my nose it isn't rottin' (my nose isn't rotten) With the sweet smell of cocaine (from the sweet smell of cocaine) Now up Jones to get top laid [?] His Les Paul it was red He had a ring and curly hair Along about his head By speachin' man in raisin? [?] I could tell he'd come from afar I could see by his outfit, lord He was an english rock n' roll star Oh ! Short dogs and englishmen (short dogs & englishmen) 'bout to drive me insane (about to drive me insane) And my nose it isn't rotten (my nose isn't rotten) From the sweet smell of cocaine (from the smell of sweet cocaine) Now you may think I'm falling lord (you may think I'm falling) But I know my demon, my name (but I know my demon, my name) And a - it isn't rottin' (my nose isn't rotten) With the sweet smell of cocaine (from the sweet smell of cocaine) Hit that devil ! Oh ! Yo ! Now up the route lady Standing up on her horse [?] She said she'd like to speak for with me [?] But I find the voice's hoarse I had no reason to be freightened It was only the middle of the night The way the speaker turned to me, young lord [?] I knew that I was right Oh ! Short dogs & englishmen (short dogs & englishmen) 'bout to drive me insane (about to drive me insane) And my nose it isn't rottin' (my nose isn't rotten) With the sweet smell of cocaine (from the sweet smell of cocaine) Now you may think I'm crazy lord ! (You may think I'm crazy) But I know my demon, my name (but I know my demon, my name) Oh ! and my nose it isn't rottin' (my nose isn't rotten) With the sweet smell of cocaine (from the sweet smell of cocaine) Oh baby ! It's half rotten now Sweet, sweet, sweet lady down on your pet horse Right on lady ! Right on lady ! Right on lady ! Right on ! Right on lady ! Right ! Yeah ! I know my demon, name ! Yeah ! I know my demon...