Видео
Видео
Создатели
ИСПОЛНИТЕЛИ
The Atomic Fireballs
Исполнитель
John Bunkley
Вокал
Shawn Scaggs
Бас-гитара
Duke Kingins
Гитара
Randy Sly
Фортепиано
Eric Schaba
Тенор-саксофон
Tony Buccilli
Тромбон
James Bastch
Труба
МУЗЫКА И СЛОВА
John Bunkley
Автор песен
ПРОДЮСЕРЫ И ЗВУКОРЕЖИССЕРЫ
Bruce Fairbairn
Продюсер
Слова
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
Written by: John Bunkley


