Yeah I’m a go down to the corner of beach and Dance in the street to the barnacle beat yeah I’m a go down and pick ‘em off the ground Off the ground
Stand in the traffic and whale and I’ll dance Just to watch the plastics trip as they glance Well, well I’ll go down and show ‘em all our sound All our sound
I’m a go down to the corner of beach and Dance in the street to the barnacle beat yeah Maybe, just maybe they won’t find me crazy
When the first ones to come is always the young and Drops a baby at the sight of some fun The youngies and the druggies and the pretties and the uglies Till the oldies come down and get what they’ve been wanting The first ones to come is always the young and Drops a baby at the sight of the sun The youngies and the druggies and the pretties and the uglies Till the oldies come down and get what they’ve been wanting
Bring what you choose Your roots and dancing shoes Your kazoos and kangaroos We’ve got nothing to loose Well, Well I’ll go down and show ‘em all around All around
Sing your own tune or just sing along Play your grass flute we cannot go wrong Well I’ll go down and show ‘em how to drown How to drown
I’m a go down to the corner of beach and Dance in the street to the barnacle beat yeah Maybe, just maybe they won’t find me crazy
When the first ones to come is always the young and Drops a baby at the sight of some fun The youngies and the druggies and the pretties and the uglies Till the oldies come down and get what they’ve been wanting The first ones to come is always the young and Drops a baby at the sight of the sun The youngies and the druggies and the pretties and the uglies Till the oldies come down and get what they’ve been wanting
I’m a go down to the carnival street and Stand on my hands and smoke with my feet Well I’m a go down to the merry go roundTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
