Lyrics:
And I'm gonna spend my time,
Drawing pictures in the sand for you.
And I'm gonna ride the tide(? ),
And I'm gonna make a rendezvous.
Sitting by
THE CARDS:
Bum bum bum bum
Painting the roses red
We're painting the roses red
We dare not stop or waste a drop
So let the paint be spread!
We're
Two engines on
Twenty-one coaches long
End to end
Twenty-one coaches bend
The watchman's out
Kickin' the bums about
If I wait for the right
Watching as she's walking right on by
Bum bum, bah dah buh bah dah, bah dah bum bum, bum bum bah dah bah
Bum bum, bah dah buh bah dah, bah dah bum bum, bum
Daddle-at-dat-dat-dum
I couldn't aspire
To anything higher
Than filled with desire
To make you my own
Bup-bum bup-bum
Butle-doodle-dumb-bum
I wanna be loved by
What's happenin' all over?
I'll tell ya what's happenin' all over.
Guy sittin' home by a television set
Who once used to be something of a rover.
by the way you treat your girl
That I could give you all the loving in the whole wide world
All I want you to do is to make your bread
Just
got paper, I'm rolling in the dough, I'm caked up
I got swag now, I got paper, I'm swimming in the dough, I'm caked up
I was a real bum now I'm really
the gram by gram
Your boy get bread, that’s without a doubt
One by one, I knocks them out
I get that paper nigga, I get that paper
Benz on chrome shoes
Crib
Five hundred racks, sold out
I never been more proud
Need more light on me (bum, bum)
Shine on me
This my final form
Tell 'em all, "Chile, please"
each other through the trials and errors and the gloomy weather
First time I saw your face
Caught me by surprise no I can't lie
Most beautiful eyes
Bum
by the way you treat your girl
That I could give you all the loving in the whole wide world
All I want you to do is to make your bread
Just
the sweat of my brow, (All right!)
Eat your bread! (All night!)
By the sweat of my brow (All right!)
Eat your bread!
All night (all night)
All right
profit no reach my gain
Your bum bum bigger than Bombay
Your bum bum make me throw way
Uh-huh
Na you dey for my mind, baby
Your bum bum bigger
My man Louis Miller, he split the scene babe
After drawing out all the bread from his stash
Now Macheath spends like a sailor
Do you suppose this
There's a cat in town that you might know
He goes by the name of Domino
A long tweed jacket and a diamond ring
A blue sport car, he's a crazy
Okay, alright, so now we do our outro
Thank you Birkenstock for sponsoring us
Thank you Birkenstock
Even though we're not sponsored by Birkenstock
off
And maybe it's the weed
But you never got me off
Caught in your emerald eyes
Candy with lemon and lime
Down by the fire light
Kissing with hints
bum bum
Bum bum bum
Caribbean bread
With the sweet yum yum
Yum yum
As a sabi boy
I no dey like long talk
Long talk
Long talk
Long talk
I create rules
I
Well, I ain't been home for so doggone long
I almost forgot where I come from
Ain't got no money but I still ain't a bum
I'm almost nearly but not
bum bum bum
Bum bum bum bum bum bum
It was a cold night when you let yourself in
They both were armed, you did not care
And one by one your
Torment
bum
Eat your bum
Cloud conversion, vapour dismay
Altering the masses, day by day
Mist on horizon, stain on this earth
Big brown blanket, tuck in
Hey, yeah, I like this right here
Makes me feel free
It's got that, uh, you know
That bom, ba-dum bum, ba-da-da-da-da (Mr.)
Bom, ba-dum bum
brow, (All right!)
Eat your bread! (All night!)
By the sweat of my brow, (All right!)
Eat your bread!
All night (all night)! All right (all right)!
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