So a man on the bench at the park
Oh, a rocket with eyes, they would spark
His teeth were brown and his skin was dark
He offered a toke on his smoke
With eyes of emerald green
Oh, brother but I should've forseen
Why would he ever come back?
Wouldn't think it of a man like that
Why would he ever come back?
Wouldn't think it of a man like that
Why would he ever come back?
Wouldn't think it of a man like that
Singoalla, send me to heaven or hell
Sing a song to me as clear unclean as the wide eye with you
Singoalla, go cast your spell
Sing me to heaven or send me to hell
Then he came back with a smile
Complaining that it took him a while
Put his hand out for some gold
Surprised that he even came back
Wouldn't think it of a man like that
Oh brother but there's no way back
Why would he ever come back?
Wouldn't think it of a man like that
Why would he ever come back?
Wouldn't think it of a man like that
Why would he ever come back?
Singoalla, send me to heaven or hell
Sing a song to me as clear unclean as the wide eye with you
Singoalla, go cast your spell
Sing me to heaven or send me to hell
You've cast your spell
With a fortune to tell
Send me to heaven or send me to hell
You've cast your spell
With a fortune to tell
Send me to heaven
Singoalla, send me to heaven or hell
Sing a song to me as clear unclean as the wide eye with you
Singoalla, go cast your spell
Sing me to heaven or send me to hell