Song parody of
Call Me Mr Demolition Ball
by Hot Club de Paris
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Da na na na na na na
Da na na na na
Da na na na na na na
Da na na na na
You got your,
Bad News,
Whilst the credits roll in silence,
We heard the house next door speaking to ours
like a pendulum,
With his hallway full of high fives and low tens
And some guy left for dead in a bed
Da na na na na na na
Da na na na na
Da na na na na na na
Da na na na na
Black Friend,
Stitches the panels of our history,
I too was like the kid who came to school party
Up in a bedroom with a razor blade and,
Some poor guy left for dead in a bed,
Call me Mr Demolition Ball
Call me Mr Demolition Ball
Call me Mr Demolition Ball
Call me Mr Demolition Ba-aaa-aa-ll
But we leave problems till the morning,
Speckled windows our man shouts without warning (That line is completly wrong, just mumble your way through ;)
Right beside me in your troubled sleep but,
You can leave me for dead in the, leave me for dead in the,
leave me for dead in the, leave me for dead in the,
BED
Close your eyes and count to ten,
and open them to find
Me swinging through the bedroom doors
Saying sorry for last night
That smile that smile thats half a smile
Which Means I'm half way there
halfway to convincing you,
Why you ought to care
Da na na na na na na
Da na na na na
Da na na na na na na
Da na na na na
You got your,
Bad News,
Whilst the credits roll in silence,
We heard the house next door speaking to ours
like a pendulum,
With his hallway full of high fives and low tens
And some guy left for dead in a bed
Da na na na na na na
Da na na na na
Da na na na na na na
Da na na na na
Black Friend,
Stitches the panels of our history,
I too was like the kid who came to school party
Up in a bedroom with a razor blade and,
Some poor guy left for dead in a bed,
Call me Mr Demolition Ball
Call me Mr Demolition Ball
Call me Mr Demolition Ball
Call me Mr Demolition Ba-aaa-aa-ll
But we leave problems till the morning,
Speckled windows our man shouts without warning (That line is completly wrong, just mumble your way through ;)
Right beside me in your troubled sleep but,
You can leave me for dead in the, leave me for dead in the,
leave me for dead in the, leave me for dead in the,
BED
Close your eyes and count to ten,
and open them to find
Me swinging through the bedroom doors
Saying sorry for last night
That smile that smile thats half a smile
Which Means I'm half way there
halfway to convincing you,
Why you ought to care
