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Verse 1
He's got himself a homemade special,
You know his glass is full of sand.
And it feels just like a jaybird,
The way it fits into his hand.
He rolled a blade up in his trick towel,
They slap their hands against the wall.
You never trip, you never stumble;
He's walking Spanish, down the hall.
Verse 2
Slip him a picture of our Jesus,
Or give him a spoon to dig a hole.
What all he done, ain't no one's business,
But he'll need blankets for the cold.
They dim the lights over on Broadway,
Even the king has bowed his head.
And every face looks right up at Mason;
Man, he's walking Spanish down the hall.
Verse 3
Litella's screeching for a blind pig,
Punk Sanders carved it out of wood.
He never sang when he got hoodwinked,
They tried it all, but he never would.
Tomorrow morning, there'll be laundry,
But he'll be somewhere else, to hear the call,
Don't say good-bye; he's just leaving early,
He's walking Spanish down the hall.
Solo
Verse 4
All St. Bartholemew said, was whispered,
Into the ear of Blind Jack Dawes.
All Baker told the ma-chine,
Was that he never broke the law.
Go on and tip your hat up to the Pilate,
Take off your watch, your rings and all.
Even Jesus wanted just a little more time,
When he was walking Spanish down the hall.
Outro
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