Testo A Fool There Was

A fool there was, a fool there was Decision after incision I spike myself because If ever a fool there was What a fool there was But you can't put that on me You can't put that on me I know what you say about me, and Well I mostly agree But you can't put that on me Fool there was, fool I was Decision after decision I only spike myself because If ever a fool there was Oh, what a fool there was But you can't put that on me You can't put that on me I know what you say about me, and Well I mostly agree But you can't put that on me All your tastes and preferences That measured out in Moscow miles and oh Wolf prints in the snow That'll lead us off the straight and narrow And crooked smiles That from one too many sad goodbyes They no longer say hello hello hello, oh