Stand In Line Lyrics
In front of the cigarette vendorSlicking back his hair looking at the machineReflecting like a mirrorPulling up his collar to avoid the breezeOf the oncoming bulletTaking inventory of the things he needs,He's checking out his walletStanding before our eyes straight and tall*Here comes your hero, stand in line,Straight as an arrow, stand in lineThe mother's son, as perfect as his pompadourA Spanish-American loverHeading from the East into West LAHe has to dance La BambaSo sophisticated is the French cologneHe borrowed from his fatherJust another pistol, waiting for someoneTo come and pull the triggerSo let his bullet fly through the air...He'll take you home, stand in line,If you deserve him, stand in line(Repeat *)That perfect stranger, stand in lineIF you deserve him, stand in line(Repeat *)
Impellitteri Stand In Line