Letra de Just Desserts - Chumbawamba
Letra de canci�n de Just Desserts de Chumbawamba lyrics
and uh, uh...
(security - let him stay (no) let him stay)
well atleast it's a fruit fly
let's pray for him right now
anita, let's pray
anita, why don't you pray
"father, we want to thank you for the opportunity
of coming to the (?), and father I want to ask to be
forgiven, (and that we love him) and that we love him,
and that we're praying for him to be delivered from his
indignant lifestyle father"
Chorus:
See them scramble to the top
Watch them fall from the reigns
Never trust a man
With egg on his face
Actual Marxist, look so sweet
Slapstick Anarchist, nice enough to eat
Peter Pefupkin(?), in the way we talk
Charlie Cairoli, in the way we walk
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Chorus
Intellectual charms, with a good left hook
Copycat killers, cover and dug
Polite assasins, You shout icecream
and the party starts, on a count of (?)
Chorus
We talk without words, and everybody understands
Just desserts, delivered by hand
Nobody move or the CEO
Gets it in the face with cream and dough
Chorus x3
Chorus, Spoken (3 people, overlapping)
"What, What's that, who's there, fido? ahhh it's you mrs. arbufnut(?)"
(security - let him stay (no) let him stay)
well atleast it's a fruit fly
let's pray for him right now
anita, let's pray
anita, why don't you pray
"father, we want to thank you for the opportunity
of coming to the (?), and father I want to ask to be
forgiven, (and that we love him) and that we love him,
and that we're praying for him to be delivered from his
indignant lifestyle father"
Chorus:
See them scramble to the top
Watch them fall from the reigns
Never trust a man
With egg on his face
Actual Marxist, look so sweet
Slapstick Anarchist, nice enough to eat
Peter Pefupkin(?), in the way we talk
Charlie Cairoli, in the way we walk
https://www.coveralia.com/letras/just-desserts-chumbawamba.php
Chorus
Intellectual charms, with a good left hook
Copycat killers, cover and dug
Polite assasins, You shout icecream
and the party starts, on a count of (?)
Chorus
We talk without words, and everybody understands
Just desserts, delivered by hand
Nobody move or the CEO
Gets it in the face with cream and dough
Chorus x3
Chorus, Spoken (3 people, overlapping)
"What, What's that, who's there, fido? ahhh it's you mrs. arbufnut(?)"