Hamlet's fishing in the grave A-fishing in the grave Thru the custard bones and stuff He ain't got no friend in there No he ain't got no friend in there I believe our man's in love Hamlet got a gun-now He wears a crucifix He wears a crucifix Pow pow pow pow/pow pow pow pow Hamlet move so beautiful Moves so beautiful Walking thru the flowers Waving to the people All those beautiful people Lying in the shadows He's movin' down the street-now He likes the look of that cadillac And now he wants that cadillac Pow pow pow pow/pow pow pow pow Is this love some kinda love Is this love some kinda love Now he's comin' down my street Crawling up my stairs He's coming to my room He's knocking on my door Where for art thou baby-face Where... for... art... thou... Pow pow pow pow/pow pow pow pow Is this love Is this love Pow! He shoot it inside He shoot it inside Pow! Some kinda love... Don't let 'em steal your heart away He went and stole my heart pow! Hey hey hey pow!!