Happy Mondays Olive Oil Lyrics
Last updated: 10/30/2011 12:00:00 PM
Which one of you, has got to be so sad for,
and what'd ya look ashamed about
always on downer,that just sounds like you.
And your waiting for some things to jump out of that tree,
And then in hundred years, i'll be so free. i'm so green,
i've got to be sick to believe.
I had to ask mister fixit,
everybody on this stagecoach likes robbin' an' bashin'
big blacks and blonds smokin' mounds and mounds of hash,
the bigger the tree the better the time.
Yeah I can see now, how you're looking for someone who's still,
a lot more funkier,
a lot more ooohh,
well thats the way it seems is what the way you are.
Your still pinned in that room,and the roof drops in,
and said 'ello goodbyes and a few months later your mine,
At this rate even sooner,
Still a lot more funkier, still a lot more you...
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