![]() |
Home | What's New | Lyrics Search | Archives | Submit | Guestbook | Bookmark | Links | Email |
|
|
|
||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||
|
||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||
|
|
||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||
|
|
||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||
|
Dainties in a jam-jar, parson's colour in the sky. Water in a fountain doesn't get me very high. Moby Dick and Albert making out with Captain Bligh. So you know what you know in your head. Will you, won't you, do you, don't you know when a head's dead? What a bringdown! Winter leader Lou is growin' 'ampsteads in the North. Betty B's been wearin' daisies since the twenty-fourth. Wears a gunner when there's one more coming forth. And you know what you know in your head. Will you, won't you, do you, don't you wanna go to bed? What a bringdown! There's a tea-leaf about in the family, Full of nothin' their fairy tale. There's a tea-leaf a-floatin' now for Rosalie, They'll believe in ding-dong bell. Take a butchers at the dodginesses of old Bill. Aristotle's orchestra are living on the pill. One of them gets very very prickly when he's ill. And you know what you know in your head. Will you, won't you, do you, don't you wanna make more bread? What a bringdown! Please fill in the fields below and click SUBMIT to send it to your friend.
|
|
|||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||
|
|
||
|
||
|
(c) 2002 - 2005 HotLyrics.net. All
Rights Reserved
All lyrics are property and copyright of their owners and provided for educational purposes only. |
||