Singoalla

So a man on the bench at the park Oh, a rocket with eyes, they would spark His teeth were brown and his skin was dark He offered a toke on his smoke With eyes of emerald green Oh, brother but I should've forseen Why would he ever come back? Wouldn't think it of a man like that Why would he ever come back? Wouldn't think it of a man like that Why would he ever come back? Wouldn't think it of a man like that Singoalla, send me to heaven or hell Sing a song to me as clear unclean as the wide eye with you Singoalla, go cast your spell Sing me to heaven or send me to hell Then he came back with a smile Complaining that it took him a while Put his hand out for some gold Surprised that he even came back Wouldn't think it of a man like that Oh brother but there's no way back Why would he ever come back? Wouldn't think it of a man like that Why would he ever come back? Wouldn't think it of a man like that Why would he ever come back? Singoalla, send me to heaven or hell Sing a song to me as clear unclean as the wide eye with you Singoalla, go cast your spell Sing me to heaven or send me to hell You've cast your spell With a fortune to tell Send me to heaven or send me to hell You've cast your spell With a fortune to tell Send me to heaven Singoalla, send me to heaven or hell Sing a song to me as clear unclean as the wide eye with you Singoalla, go cast your spell Sing me to heaven or send me to hell