Mark Knopfler - Good On You Son

GOOD ON YOU SON Flash goes a little hummingbird, A darting, whirring thread At the screen door by his lemon tree Out here with the quick and the dead. Designer blinds above L.A. Frame the perfect view, It’s going to be another day Of sun and shameless blue. By his cutting block the time has come For the fruit there by the juicer, He grinds fresh coffee for himself He’s meeting a producer. The L.A.Times lies on the stone Warming there like bread, Hey, what’s not to like out here With the quick and the dead? Good on you, son, good on you The Camden Shuffle and the old one-two. Good on you, son, good on you Uh-huh, oh yeah Good on you, son, good on you The Camden Shuffle and the old one-two, yeah Well, you want to know what happiness is? In his eye there’s a hunter’s gleam Something to look forward to, This cat’s gonna get the cream. The skin of a mango is so smooth, Smoother than the devil, Cut it, slice it, chop it up To the rhythm of a Cockney rebel. Back in Blighty there’s a flat On a grimy sink estate. That’s why he walked out of that And went to the Golden State. Left the baccy and the beer Where he was born and bred, Now he’s cutting it out here With the quick and the dead. Good on you, son, good on you The Camden Shuffle and the old one-two. Good on you, son, good on you Uh-huh, oh yeah What would you’d have had him do? The Camden Shuffle and the old one-two. Yeah good on you son, good on you The Camden Shuffle and the old one-two. Good on you, son, good on you Uh-huh, oh yeah Good on you, son, good on you The Camden Shuffle and the old one-two, yeah...