Cokane in my brain (Original: Dillinger)

Lyrics

Hey Jim!
Jim!

I want you to spell for me something!
I want you to spell New York!

N-E-W Y-O-R-K!
That's New York!

No man, I'm sorry!
You've made a mistake.
I'm gonna teach you the right way
and the proper way to spell New York.
Here it comes:

A knife,
a fork,
a bottle and a cork!
That's the way we spell New York

Yeah!

'Cause I've got cokane running around my brain,
cokane running around my brain!
Yeah I got cokane,
a whole lot of cokane!

Whenever I walk in the rain.
I can feel a burnin' pain,
keep's a burning flame,
burning in my bloody brain.

You know I'm always on the run
'cause one day I wanna meet the 7th son.

Yeah!

I've got cokane running around my brain,
cokane running around my brain!
Cokane!
A whole lot of cokane!

No matter how I treat my guests,
they always like my kitchen best!
Like a burning flame,
in my bloody brain!
I got a burning flame,
in my brain!

Oaaaarr! - Ride on.
Yeah! - Ride on.
Yeah! - Yeah!
Ride on! - Ride on!
Yeah! - Yeah!
Ride on! - Ride on!
Yeah! - Yeah!
Ride on! - Ride on!
Yeah! - Yeah!
Ride on!

I got cokane running around my brain!
Yeah I got cokane running around my brainy
a whole lot of cokane running around my brain!
Yeah I got cokane running around my brain!
Running around my brain!
Running around my brain!
Running around my brain!

Screwing up my brain!
Mixing up my brain!
Fucking up my brain!

Cokane!

Running around my brain!
Running around my brain!
Running around my brain!
Running around my