Whistle In The Dark - Mojo Juju & The Snake-Oil Merchants
He's a real big spender, he's a real fast talker There's money up his sleeve, and there's whiskey in his water, He's everybody's friend, oh yeah, but no one knows him well. He's genuine, bonafede, as far as you can tell.
He's smoother than a menthol, and twice as debonair. He's a vampire on a stroke of midnight, and he's combing back his hair. His teeth are made of silver, and his tongue's as slick as oil, It smells like something's cooking, yeah, there's trouble on the boil. He's got money in the back, and there's a hole inside his pocket He'll find you around. And, if it seems you've lost your wallet, then you better count your fingers, and you better watch your step. Because if you owe that cat a favor, there he's coming to the left.
He's gentle as a whisper, and you hardly know he's there, but for that subtle scent of sulfur that now permeates the air, And you get a little anxious, 'cause you can't tell yourselves apart, And your mama always told you, not to whistle in the dark.
Your mama always told ya, your mama always told ya, Your mama always told ya, your mama always told ya, not to whistle in the dark
Your mama always told ya, your mama always told ya Your mama always told ya, not to whistle in the dark (x5) Your mama always told ya, not to whistle in the dark He always told ya, not to whistle in the dark Your mama always told ya (x3)
Your mama always told ya, not to whistle in the dark.