This is a song with a message,
I want you to heeeeed my warning.
Wanna tell you all a story, about this chick I know.
They call her Amphetamine Annie, and she's always shovelin' snow.
I sat her down and told her, I told her crystal clear
I don't mind you gettin' high but there's one thing you should fear
Your mind might think it's flyin' baby on those little pills
But you ought to know it's dyin', cause - speed kills!
But Annie kept on speedin', her health was gettin' poor
She saw things in the window, she heard things at the door
Her mouth was like a grindin' mill, her lips where cracked and sore
Her skin was turnin' yellow, I just couldn't take it no more
She thought her mind was flyin' on those litte pills
She didn't know it was going down fast, cause - speed kills!
[Solo]
Yaaaa, speed can kill you too baby, yaa
Well I sat her down and told her, I told her one more time
The whole wide human raice has taken far too much methadrine
She said "I don't care what a lymie says, I got to get it on
I'm not hip to the scene of the man who comes from across the pond."
She wouldn't heed my warning, Lord she wouldn't hear what I said
Now she's here in the grave yard, and she's awfully dead.
Ya, speed gonna kill you!
Anybody.
Speed will get you!
Speed from over the pond.
There ain't no hope baby...
Yaa, aah hah.
Spoon a Spoon a Spoon.... huah...
compositores: ADOLFO DE LA PARRA, ALAN WILSON, HENRY VESTINE, ROBERT JR. HITE, SAMUEL LAWRENCE TAYLOR
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