Hurricane - Dogs D'Amour

Hey, hey, hey, hey

Hey, hey, hey, hey

Oh, there´s this guy I know

He´s an actor, he may be let go

He just sits in a bar

His beautiful wife she loves him so

And he loves her

I hope he never lets her go

He spills out stories to me

As easy as I spill my drink

He´s an undiscovered saint

Just hides behind his war paint

Sleeps through a hurricane, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah

Hurricane

Sleeps through a hurricane, wow, wow

Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah

She whispers to him silently

That he´s drank too much again

And it would be, oh, so silly

To end it this way

He spills out stories to me

As easy as I spill my drinks

Oh, he´s an undiscovered saint

Just hides behind

Sleeps through a hurricane

Hurricane, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah

Sleeps through a hurricane

Hurricane, yeah, yeah, yeah

Oh

Of all the stories ever told

Of all the cats that have slept in all the beds they´ve got (???)

Of all the bottles of gin, mother´s ruins on him

Bourbon, oh

I´m gonna make you a star someday

And then I´ll let you burn the wire

Bette Davis

Just like Marilyn Monroe

Aaah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah

Sleeps through a hurricane, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah

Oooh, hurricane, hurricane, hurricane, hurricane

Sleeps through a hurricane, yeah, yeah

Aaaaaah

Oooh, hurricane

Hey, hey, hey

(Sleeps through a hurricane)