2 Skinnee J`s The Good The Bad The Skinnee Lyrics

The Good The Bad The Skinnee Lyrics

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 as* 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 the elements 
I search the scenery for signs of intelligence 
Is this the fate of the J`s, 
Special and Guevara 
Take our last breath of air 
up there on the Sierra 
Our hopes are dropping, 
the temperature is rising
But look over there, 
where, 
there on the horizon 
A lone horseman 
approaches behold With gold from stagecoaches 
and fortunes fortold 
Now dreams of more clams 
than found by the seashore 
Have got J and I digging graves like Igor 
But when the world divides 
and men turn on their sons 
Those with their shovels 
and those with their guns

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

Badges, 
we don`t need no stinking badges

Badges, 
we don`t need no stinking badges

Badges, 
we don`t need no stinking badges

Badges, 
we don`t need no stinking badges

Badges, 
we don`t need no stinking badges 
Where justice comes looser 
than swedish massages 
Special J blowing up like a stick of dynamite 
I`m the rootinest tootenist hombre 
since Samuel Yosemite 
And I up the ante, 
you cant beat the J vigilante 
In the shanty 
bring inferno like Dante, 
or disco or towering foes are endangered 
like Manatees 
I cause calamaties like Jane

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