Then he saw Black Bart, standin’ in the sunrise.
He had gristle in his teeth,
and diabetes in his eyes.
He said, ‘Bart, you n’ me’s gonna square off,
over a yogurt parfait.’
Then he saw Black Bart, standin’ in the sunrise.
He had gristle in his teeth,
and diabetes in his eyes.
He said, ‘Bart, you n’ me’s gonna square off,
over a yogurt parfait.’