Sing the song Celestial Man Shake the thing your mother gave ya! Tear your lungs out, scream your heart Be on your worst behaviour I’d wager that you’re gonna take it Make you fight nature, born and raised in Funk those things that make you go bump in the night Turn off the dark, put on the light And he said ‘You and your big cheeks have got me’ Along with ‘Disarm’ and ‘Flooded Quarry’ Turn off the base with the beat-box detox Pull off the pace, while you sing with no socks Lampshades, carpets, the stage black You make the room’s hands laugh as they clap You make my mouth water with support acts They could even match you in talent - ignore that! Gary Dunne and Newton Faulkner ain’t wrong He’s got me singing to ‘Amerikan Folk Song’ Loop pedal class is used as weaponry You gotta know your enemy Gotta check your distance Don’t talk, only whisper Slap the base so hard you get blisters Chikka boom, boom, chikka boom JP beat-box, feet as flip-flops Doing the hip hop, mixed with the warm sock And Stephanie propped up, up by the mic stand This ain’t no fake, it’s music in your hand As you run into the centre of the crowd Silence falls like water You just wanna shout ‘Wow!’ How did they even have the guts to do it ? If your name’s Nizlopi, then there ain’t much to it ‘Cos you and your big cheeks have got me spinning around nowTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
