Letra de Snakeskin shoes

split your guts, sing the blues
and at parties never mind your Ps and Qs
and the pimps, well they all wear snakeskin shoes.

Mr. Hammond, at a clip joint,
some recordings he wishes to anoint.
and the pimps, well they all wear snakeskin shoes.

sitting beside the side of the road,
bleeding to death, well watch your blood flow.

opera singers, do their thing,
Bessie slaps them on the back as they do sing.

and the pimps, well they all wear snakeskin shoes.