There’s a scary guy from the eighties
in a black Mercedes,
with gris-gris in his pocket
and your hair in a locket…
Does he know you?
Tag and Bone will paint you.
Rag and Bone will dress you.
But Sack a Bones will take you home (x2).
Let me take you home.
You look so alone,
Lady Rag and Bone.
You lost your mobile phone…
Ah won’t ya come on, come on, come on,
come with Sack a Bones.
Tag and Bone will paint you.
Rag and Bone will dress you.
But Sack a Bones will take you home (x2).
You won’t be alone,
and you can use my phone.
I won’t get too stoned…
Oh let’s go rollin’, rollin’, rollin’ them bones.