Tekst:
Simon Paul Songs From The Capeman

the courtroom, state of New York County of New York, just some spic They scrubbed off the sidewalk Guilty by my dress Guilty in the press Let The Capeman

age of sixteen I was running with the gang and we were wild He keeps looking but he don't recognize me. Some guy from Lexington or Park Red beans and rice from

INMATE Killer wants to go to college He wants to get his parole So the Department of Corrections Will release him in the fall Killer wants to go on T

TEEN IDOL The way you move It's got quality Come on baby, let's go downtown Little girl, you sure look good to me The way you move It's got quality Come

like you got Spanish blood. Do you 'Habla Ingles,' am I understood? SAL Yes, I am an alien, from Mars. I come to earth from outer space. And if I traveled

fare My new shoes? I got expenses, you know Where's my weekly dues? SAL I ain't giving you my fucking money. HERNANDEZ Oye, mother fucker, where's this jibaro from

ESMERALDA Salvador, the afternoon sunlight is folding around us, The dishes are done, The buildings here, tall as our mountains Slice through the windows