The Wild Children of Sandra
Yes, she come with guns a-blazin'
Twenty-four murderers in trainin'
And I watched that house since '61
She just pops them out
She must have her fun
And I declare she was a looker when she was young
You oughta face them
Wild children of Sandra
You oughta face them
Wild children of Sandra
Pick a chord and try to ride it
Pick a girl and don't deny it
No matter how badly she wants to bruise ya
A woman's a treasure and you are the loser
Take a look at the view from on back of the cruiser
You oughta face them
Wild children of Sandra
You gotta face them
Wild children of Sandra
No, they're not mine
They don't look like me
But please don't look very hard
Every time I want to keep it clean
But they got a fight left to start
No, they're not mine
And you'll no fool me
I don't know where to start
Well, she wants me to hit the streets
But I can't sleep in my car
Now many a year has passed since the day
She stopped by to say, "hey"
And my sky turned red
And my face went all grey
Now I'm spyin' through blinds
Get a view of her window
Findin' escape when she creep on her tiptoe
Now see me packin' my case
'Cuz that kid has my face
You oughta face them
Wild children of Sandra
You gotta face them
Wild children of Sandra
No they're not mine
And you don't scare me
I don't care if you cut me off
The way that you tease from across the street
I got no cock to my walk
And they're not mine
They don't look like me
I don't know know where to start
She wants me to hit the streets
But I can't sleep in my car
Twenty-four murderers in trainin'
And I watched that house since '61
She just pops them out
She must have her fun
And I declare she was a looker when she was young
You oughta face them
Wild children of Sandra
You oughta face them
Wild children of Sandra
Pick a chord and try to ride it
Pick a girl and don't deny it
No matter how badly she wants to bruise ya
A woman's a treasure and you are the loser
Take a look at the view from on back of the cruiser
You oughta face them
Wild children of Sandra
You gotta face them
Wild children of Sandra
No, they're not mine
They don't look like me
But please don't look very hard
Every time I want to keep it clean
But they got a fight left to start
No, they're not mine
And you'll no fool me
I don't know where to start
Well, she wants me to hit the streets
But I can't sleep in my car
Now many a year has passed since the day
She stopped by to say, "hey"
And my sky turned red
And my face went all grey
Now I'm spyin' through blinds
Get a view of her window
Findin' escape when she creep on her tiptoe
Now see me packin' my case
'Cuz that kid has my face
You oughta face them
Wild children of Sandra
You gotta face them
Wild children of Sandra
No they're not mine
And you don't scare me
I don't care if you cut me off
The way that you tease from across the street
I got no cock to my walk
And they're not mine
They don't look like me
I don't know know where to start
She wants me to hit the streets
But I can't sleep in my car
Credits
Writer(s): Jeffrey Gay
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