Belle Epoque
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01.Bamalama (1977- Bamalama )
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Текст песни "Belle Epoque — 01.Bamalama (1977- Bamalama )"
Bamalama
You blow your mind using cocaine
Let me blow mine using this big chain
Drugs are your scene, violence is mine
Nothing is clean, so we broke the line
Holding this chain may look insane
While I've got beer running through my veins
See how my chain flies in the air
Honey you're looking at your nightmare
Bamalama, Bamaloo yeah, yeah
Bamalama, Bamaloo yeah, yeah
Bamalama, Bamaloo yeah, yeah
Bamalama, Bamaloo yeah, yeah
Taste of chains, taste of violence
Taste of chains, taste of violence
D'you feel my chain around your neck
C'mon don't be such a nervous wreck
We'll knock you down in the back street
When you don't watch where you put your feet
Bamalama, Bamaloo yeah, yeah
Bamalama, Bamaloo yeah, yeah
Bamalama, Bamaloo yeah, yeah
Bamalama, Bamaloo yeah, yeah
Bamalama, Bamaloo yeah, yeah
Hum, hum, hum, hum, you blow my mind
Hum, hum, hum, hum, you blow my mind
Hum, hum, hum, hum, you blow my mind
Hum, hum, hum, hum, you blow my mind
Get around get around, get all upside down
Get around get around, get all upside down
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
If you're lookin' for trouble, man, it's too late to go
We'll have a little celebration, that means destruction
Bamalama, Bamaloo, yeah, yeah
Bamalama, Bamaloo, yeah, yeah
Bamalama, Bamaloo, yeah, yeah
Bamalama, Bamaloo, yeah, yeah
Good golly Miss Molly, baby you're sure like a ball
Good golly Miss Molly, baby you're sure like a ball
When you're rockin' and rollin'
C'mon over baby, whole lotta shakin' goin' on
C'mon over baby, sure you can't go wrong
C'mon over, whole lotta shakin' goin' on
Jenny, Jenny, Jenny, won't you come along with me
Jenny, Jenny, Jenny, won't you come along with me
Know that I love you, won't you come along with me ....
Taste of chains, taste of violence
Taste of chains, taste of violence
Taste of chains, taste of violence
