Hey come old Blackeye  

He's looking for me again 

He's got a hard head  

He's always stinkin' of gin  

If he thinks he owns me  

He better think again 

He likes to hurt me  

He don't love me at all  

He never phones me  

He's never there when I call  

He's a low down dirty dog  

It's time I leave him that's all

Bye bye Blackeye



He's a low down dirty dog 

I don't need him at all  



(Hey watch what I'm saying man!?)



Hey where you goin' Blackeye ?  

When will you win?  

You still got your shoulder holster 

You still packin' yo' little friend  

Well one thing's for certain  

You're never gonna wipe that smile off my face again



Oh yeah