Bye bye baby I'll cya later Bye bye baby I'll cya later My man looks like the old Shakin' Stevens He says I resemble like the old Steptoe He sits down slow but quick sniff up the blow Reminisce about beans and how we all do grow And the good man says bloody feel like leaving But hes lean again forgotten what I already know Made enough money shottin' bobby bills and po He spent it all quick sniffin' up on the blow
Hard for your playin no smoking on the night bus No shit Holmes with your big boy Sherlock The man got chickenpox at 23 If you go down the docks you better take all of your money money money money It ain't no dunny, it's a toilet Great grandaddy, got sent there So go back home Stop cloggin' up pubs with your bullshit talkin' And the nightbuses that complain at us Peeps call us right-wing but we're pretty fucking liberal I shit you, you not cos we're all for the equal And yes J, I agree the first Predator is much better than the sequel No question, the second one's feeble Kids with skids, and coughing up dust Yeah I'm waiting man, I cuss, must, and man Now bike chain broken, now that too much rust And people slowly stepping in ways trying to cuss us
Here's ya getaway I ain't gonna try to cry Hard for your playin no smoking on the night bus And so I must say Kids with skids, and coughing up dust I sad to see you cut the ties Good man says bloody feel like leaving
In these cities, hard to see the stars overhead Can see the moon though the street light turns it blood red The star symbolises the guts we bled The mouth got fed the winding alleys that we tread The moon much bigger representing the dead Who lie in the sewers under soldier's feet They stir as you march while your asleep they walk the street Put your ears to the drain you can hear them weep
So we all chat about it and we decided you should getaway Here's ya getaway You're getting away Man here's ya getaway And yeah bye bye baby I'll see you later I'll see you later Here's ya getaway Rob the bank here's ya getaway And I'll take my ticket get out of this town And get away Here's ya getaway Ah cha cha baby Here's ya getaway Rob the bank take the getaway And I'll talk to the pigs hear as I say And I'd get yourself out of this city, oh getaway Oh man here's ya getaway And I'd getaway, getaway, I'd getaway Oh yeah show to the peeps I see what I see And oh, rob the bank, Make a getaway And I'll rob the bank, but I'll take a getaway
Here's ya getaway Bye bye baby I'll I ain't gonna try to cry But I must say Bye bye baby I'll I sad to see you cut the ties Bye bye baby I'll cya laterTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
