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PERFORMING ARTISTS
The Atomic Fireballs
The Atomic Fireballs
Performer
John Bunkley
John Bunkley
Vocals
Shawn Scaggs
Shawn Scaggs
Bass Guitar
Duke Kingins
Duke Kingins
Guitar
Randy Sly
Randy Sly
Piano
Eric Schaba
Eric Schaba
Tenor Saxophone
Tony Buccilli
Tony Buccilli
Trombone
James Bastch
James Bastch
Trumpet
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
John Bunkley
John Bunkley
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Bruce Fairbairn
Bruce Fairbairn
Producer

Lyrics

I was combin' the corner I was shinin' my style I was blowin' my horner I was runnin' my miles I was stumblin' the sidewalks I was strickin' a match I was checkin' my game Put the key to the latch Didn't flinch or nod 'Cause my head is too thick While I was lookin' at you I got hit by a brick Go ahead, pop your gun Go ahead, pout your lips Say, the heat of the sun Has really got you whipped Go ahead, use your charms v Go ahead, shake those hips Call the ambulance quick 'Cause I've been hit by a brick I was hit by a brick Didn't flinch or nod Like a nail to the head I was comin' down hard I was pushin' up daisies Saw the stars in my head Yeah, my vision was hazy Must repeat what I said I didn't blink or stutter While takin' my licks I was checkin' you out And got hit by a brick I was hit by a brick Didn't flinch or nod Like a nail to the head I was comin' down hard Didn't flinch or nod 'Cause my head is too thick When I was lookin' at you I got hit by a brick I was hit by a brick I was comin' down hard I was hit by a brick Didn't flinch or nod Hit by a brick, yeah Hit by a brick, yeah Hit by a brick, yeah Hit by a brick, yeah, yeah, yeah
Writer(s): John K Bunkley Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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