Mr. Moran (& Friends)

I was under the boss when they made him
And I was made a short time after that
I was under oath when I testified
I’m under government protection
Now they’re calling me a rat

Mr. Moran, that’s who I am
Some call me Sal, some call me Sam
Some call me when they’re in a jam
Cause I’m the man, I’m Mr. Moran

I eat punks like you, I do for breakfast
You’re just a bowl of cereal to me
I might be from deep in the heart of Texas
Or maybe I’m from New York
Make that Knoxville, Tennessee

Mr. Moran, that’s who I am
Some call me Sal, some call me Sam
Some call me when they’re in a jam
Cause I’m the man, I’m Mr. Moran

They will motherfuck me in a heartbeat
But first they’ve got to find me to do that
I’ve been selling ecstasy in Arizona
Under government protection
Now who’s a fuckin’ rat?

[Mr. Moran, that’s who I am
Some call me Sal, some call me Sam
Some call me when they’re in a jam
Cause I’m the man, I’m Mr. Moran (x2)]
[I’m the man, I’m Mr. Moran (x2)]


Spook and the Guay

Warumpi Band

About @ndy

I live in Melbourne, Australia. I like anarchy. I don't like nazis. I enjoy eating pizza and drinking beer. I barrack for the greatest football team on Earth: Collingwood Magpies. The 2019 premiership's a cakewalk for the good old Collingwood.
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