Steve Lukather
Steve Lukather - The Bomber lyrics
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The Bomber When I became of age My momma sat me down She said, son you've grown up It's time to look around So I began to notice some things I Hadn't seen before That's what brought me hope Knockin' on your back door A closet queen, the worst I've seen She wants to shake my hand I don't want to be there When she decides she can It's apple dan, he's just the man To pick fruit off your branches I can't sleep if he can't keep His cattle off my ranches It's too strong, something's wrong And I guess I lost the feeling I don't mind the games you play But I don't like you dealing The cards look bad, my luck's been had And there's nothin' left to smoke Will all be back tomorrow For the punch line of the joke