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Smaller Chairs for the Early 1900s (Moneen) · Smaller Chairs for the Early 1900s (Moneen) · Is This Room Getting Smaller? (Onesidezero) · Smaller Chairs for the Early 1900s (Moneen) · Six Feet Above Yesterday (Infusion) · Four Feet to the Beat (Avalon Cats) · Happy Feet (Fred Penner) · Fall at Your Feet [US] (Crowded House) · 5 Feet of Swing (Hutchinson, Hutch) · Cold Feet [Global] (Hutchinson, Hutch) – and 90 other albums »


a hi-hi-hi-hide
Dem a run come, come 
You should see dem a come
Dem a, dem a run, dem a come
One by one
Two by two
Make it up to three
Four by four
Five by
the storm to break. 
Someone is lost outside, 
Through the rain we hear them cry. 
Deafened by the sound 
Of the apples falling down. 
They were rotting
Found myself in a strange town
Though I've only been here for three weeks now
I've got blisters on my feet
Trying to find a friend in Oxford Street
I
Found myself in a strange town
Though I've only been here for three weeks now
I've got blisters on my feet
Trying to find a friend in Oxford Street
I
now
When I stretch to the clouds
My feet are bigger than three lagoons
And I can roll like a magnificent beach ball,
Striving high!

Uh! Uh! Uh!
Noise never stops
Not all day
Work seven to three
Three to eleven
Eleven to seven

Shift work, tough work for the convenience store clerk
Two feet
Funky Feet(Funky feet) 
Funky feet pull up wit' that stupid beat
Orange Camaro 
Trick or Treat
Stupid geek (Who da kid) 
It's super street
It's
turn up the music and there in the room

And she yells

"Dance me! Dance me around till my feet don't ever touch down
There's nothin' better than
She had 13 kids, each one had 13 problems
Three uppers, ten downers, just to put up with this
And she don't know which children belong to which
into drug lords

Now one for adolescents, now dos for dose
Keep yo' friends by your side, even close your foes
Now three for Johnny Law tryin'
days to get it on, three days to get it off and three more days to die,
And I'm six feet down and I'm asking the good Lord up in heaven
Why

You
so long
And there we lay until the break of day

We woke that morning at the onward call
Our camels bridled up, our howdahs full
The sun was rising in
Take smaller things
To make up something more to see
Make it bigger than it seems
Oh my friend
Look how time has changed
The cracks in our skin
Oh my
Open up the wide gates, here I come
The broad path is getting trampled under my feet
The narrow way and the tiny ugly door
Is getting smaller
Found myself in a strange town
Though I've only been here for three weeks now
I've got blisters on my feet
Trying find a friend in Oxford Street
Now one for adolescents, now dos for dose
Keep yo' friends by your side, even close your foes
Now three for Johnny Law tryin' to make my chips
I
When I stretch to the clouds
My feet are bigger than three lagoons
And I can roll like a magnificent beach ball
Striving high!

Uh! Uh! Uh!

I
(Stop) party till the break of day
Are (are) you (You) ready, shut up and dance

[Bridge]
Let your feet just go, who needs to think when your feet just
morning
We´re singing

The grass is wet from dew
And me and you from wine too
Keeping our feet up
Keeping our feet up
We´re sleeping by the Fyris
an accident 
pick up the thirty-three per-cent 
and retire somewhere out of the snow. 
They'd figured that the bigger the policy 
the better so sent
Found myself in a strange town
Though I've only been here for three weeks now
I've got blisters on my feet
Trying find a friend in Oxford Street
You suck

If you dig it on the sound 
Break it down
No walls up, break it down 
Break it down
Happiness spread it all around 
Break it down
enough for me
I eat lovely
Richer than your budget be
Richer than my budget be?
I'm richer than his salary

Fast break, Lamb pass by that's a fast
high
Long live the night
Cause I know you'll be standing by

And all day I'm just dirt
Don't get no breaks just do the work
I'm so bored I watch
music, this is gun clap music
Load it up, cock it back and blast to it

[Fredro Starr]
Yo, who shot ya?  It's too late to try to operate
Hard escape