Credits
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
John Newman
Songwriter
Songteksten
Yeah
Down the road when ironworkers' union hollered out in LA
A young man was heard to say, "Hey, Mr. BA, I'll take that connector job out in Hollywood"
Well, he showed up on the job lookin' workwise and good
He even brought him his own weldin' hood
He wore a spun-bell hair painted in water
A black hand-toothed leather on his hard hat he glued
An eagle feather, he wore a red bandana around his neck
A dark shade covered his eyes with its dead correspondent sleeves
It rang out against his tide, I guess he thought he was a movie star
He acted nervous and he kept jabbin' the floor of the shack
With the shaman hand of his sleeveless butter
He said, "Just call me J-I-W, just incredible wonderment"
He thought he could've hid the cheek, but well and I woke up
The hide done, but she run a superintendent (oh, oh)
And if that one wasn't enough just for her start
He boasted how his weldin' was a work of art
He bragged how he could've welded up the crack of dawn
And zigzagged his hand up a broken heart
Well, it didn't take long for the zany pusher to figure out
That he'd been headed has got her red in the face
'Cause the man, he was hard, I'll bend out of joint
Yeah
Oh, oh
Yeah
Written by: John Newman
