Konika & Maliko
Andrew Kenny
Konika and Maliko
One is black and one is gold
One is waiting for me when I wake
The other's on the outside, out late
Dreaming where the hearth is hot
Prick your ears for knob and lock
The cardinal will keep its straw and lint
On the sill where you are never gon' get
Konika and Maliko
Walk a mile and then you'll know
You wouldn't want to wear the boots on them
You wouldn't want to chase the hour hand
I bet you'd lie for wine and bread
I bet you'd steal for roof and rent
I bet you'd bitch like you were never bought
And I bet you'd kill like you would never get caught