"talkin' about the man." That line, in a song about someone who was dead and couldn't exist, I found hilarious.
Roland searched the continent...for the man who’d done him in.
He found in him in Mombasa...in a baroom drinkin’ gin.
Roland aimed his Thompson gun. He didn’t say a word. But he blew Van Owen’s body from there to Johannesburg...
When ever I hear that song it makes me think of the movie “The Wild Geese”. Ever seen it?