Letras
Brooklyn New York, 1976
Carmen Benítez and her son Eddie
Were enjoying a beautiful day
(Arrghhh argh)
But the ranting of a madman
Shattered the afternoon calm
'Sup cunts!!
(Shit fuck dick cunt)
Paul Collingwood
He played his cricket so good
Bat or ball he could destroy them all
Whatever the score
He could answer the call
Day five in Cardiff
The situation was the hardest
We're dropping like flies
A downward fight
When the ten approach the crease
A creature is seen you won't believe
Paul Collingwood
He's good with his wood
Paul Collingwood
He is good with his wood (woo!)
After a long career
For years and years he's feared
You wouldn't wanna play him
Your girl would wanna lay him
And probably could
What a stud
But he probably knows
How to use his wood yeah!
Paul Collingwood
He's good with his wood
Paul Collingwood
He's good with his wood
Paul Collingwood
He's good with his wood
Paul Collingwood
He is good with his wood
Yeah