Lyrics
The man's eyes, are mystified, as he looks aside, and wonders
Can he afford, to lose his nerve, and not say a word, as he plunders?
His hand's held, against his head, to block the red, lights glaring
Surrounded by, men in black, who plan an attack, preparing
Find him, find him, he's getting away now, you must
Find him, find him, it's getting late now, come on and
Find him, find him, there'll be no justice, if you don't
Find him, find him,
It's in a pair of blue jeans, in the back pocket, yeah, yeah
It's in a pair of blue jeans, in the back pocket, yeah, yeah
Why must I not take away these things
I will not bestow you my dreams
Look he jumped, over the rail, with dude cocktail, he's tiring
He's headed for, that little store, with a sign on the door, now hiring
No escape; there's no way out, he'll soon find out, he's trapped now
At gun point, they said, "where's the gold, you must unfold" or be capped now
To this the man replied, to this the man replied,
It's in a pair of blue jeans, in the back pocket, yeah, yeah
It's in a pair of blue jeans, in the back
pocket, yeah, yeah
Why must I not take away these things
I will not bestow you my dreams
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