I've got a problem. well my fried, you know?
I've got no money or a place to go
I've got no money in my pocket
Pocket is all empy
Empty coz I spent it on you
Alright!
My head is spinning and my feet are gone
For better days will come to feed my soul
My speed is changing all the moods
From miami to bermudas
Like a thunder over velvet skies
She's alright, she's alright
Just a little easy to make her out
I've got a problem. well my fried, you know?
I've got no money here in mexico
I've got no money in my pocket
Pocket is all empy
Empty coz I spent it on you
