Deadbolt - Watongo
Watongo sees through his hand, the lover of his girlfirend
A bearded no good hippy type
One day you'll turn around, Watongo will be there,
Holding a hippy's severed head, by the hair
Watongo sees through his hand, he sees that hippy begging on the streets
A smelly, dirty hippy, He's on Haight Street
One day you'll turn around, Watongo will be there,
Holding a hippy's severed head, by the hair
One day you'll turn around, Watongo will be there,
Holding a hippy's severed head, by the hair