Push The Eagle's Stomach - Man Man

We start shrinking

When we hit that grill you know we will

Don’t beat around the black jack night

Don’t beat around the black jack night

Don’t beat around the black jack night

Don’t beat around the black jack night

(My brain hurts, you’re own your own from here)

Black Jack Night x 8

(My maid works faster than yours.)

(My face looks better than yours.)

(My feet beat louder than yours.)

(My grandmas better than yours.)

Mustache, Mustache, Mustache, Mustache, Mustache.

x 4

The carney’s not my son x 8

Don’t beat around the Black Jack Knight

Don’t wanna shave my mustache ride

Don’t wanna see my head in lights

Don’t wanna be the «Son of Sound»