Hurricane

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 Ah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah Sleeps through a hurricane, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah Oh, hurricane, hurricane, hurricane, hurricane Sleeps through a hurricane, yeah, yeah Ah Oh, hurricane Hey, hey, hey (Sleeps through a hurricane) --- Hurricane - Dogs D'Amour