Working his ass off Night and Day he walks lonely through the streets of darkness
Mean-looking bars and lots of drunk people: he simply loves it too much to give it up…to give it up!
Mr.Oh, where d'you go? Where d'you think you’re going with that yellow hat you wear so proudly you don't care
Mr. Oh , one more song! Would you play once more and make us feel warm for the night for the rest of our lives? Show us the big surprise!
Born in Nebraska where corn’s abundant he had a few friends but they’re all strange now
They trust old teachers singing old preachers… he simply loves'em too much to watch'em fall within those words… those killer thoughs in the name of…God!
Mr.Oh, where d'you go? Where d'you think you’re going with that yellow hat you wear so proudly you don't care about all the nasty kids?
Mr. Oh , one more song! Would you play once more and make us feel warm for the night for the rest of our lives? Show us the big surprise!