Black Tornado - Chris Staples

You do what ever you want to

When ever you come to town

You got me shaking in my boots

Before you even touch down

You know you got my respect I know you don’t need it

Your picture’s in the paper I didn’t read it

Black tornado roll up the sky like oriental rugs

Black tornado hit hard and fast like the expensive drugs

Black tornado roll up the sky like oriental rugs

Black tornado hit hard and fast

Now I’m making drinks on the patio

Hall & Oates playing on the stereo

Clear blue sky’s and no chance of rain

No dark thoughts haunting my brain

Not a single reason to complain, no

Black tornado roll up the sky like oriental rugs

Black tornado hit hard and fast like the expensive drugs

Black tornado roll up the sky like oriental rugs

Black tornado hit hard and fast