作词 : Stewart Went downtown on the two forty-nine Play'n for recognition fo the New York town See, me and my boys, got a rock 'n' roll band They were so damn good, gonna lift up the man Well, we got ups, we got downs We got just so high 'til the sun goes down Got the ego, can be abused I got my two-toned shoes and I can sing the blues Look out kids, it's the FBI We got a problem, you keep me high Put on your clothes, take the smile off your face And put your money where tyour mouth is or get our this place New York town is a meanass town We got a thousand bands, singin' underground Way down in New Orleans, it's the same old thing Emotion' I music a merry old thing Old king soul, he finally gave us a jolt He played the vibes till nine and read from ten to four He played upside down, he played inside out Then a uniform band, he was throen into jail Look out kids, it's the FBI We got a problem, you keep me high Put on your clothes, take the smile off your face Put your money where your mouth is or get out this place Gettin' hungry, I know little woman Can't get a smell 'cause my nose is blocked I'm so high, I can't believe it Hotel dogs are knockin' on my door Two nights of singin' nearly out on the end Lift the parts red, oh, what a square As soon as the man, there's no sweeter song Listen McCartney, we're the band on the run Look out kids, it's the FBI We got a problem, you keep me high Put on your clothes, take the smile off your face And put your money where your mouth is or get out this place Oh yeah
作词 : Stewart Went downtown on the two forty-nine Play'n for recognition fo the New York town See, me and my boys, got a rock 'n' roll band They were so damn good, gonna lift up the man Well, we got ups, we got downs We got just so high 'til the sun goes down Got the ego, can be abused I got my two-toned shoes and I can sing the blues Look out kids, it's the FBI We got a problem, you keep me high Put on your clothes, take the smile off your face And put your money where tyour mouth is or get our this place New York town is a meanass town We got a thousand bands, singin' underground Way down in New Orleans, it's the same old thing Emotion' I music a merry old thing Old king soul, he finally gave us a jolt He played the vibes till nine and read from ten to four He played upside down, he played inside out Then a uniform band, he was throen into jail Look out kids, it's the FBI We got a problem, you keep me high Put on your clothes, take the smile off your face Put your money where your mouth is or get out this place Gettin' hungry, I know little woman Can't get a smell 'cause my nose is blocked I'm so high, I can't believe it Hotel dogs are knockin' on my door Two nights of singin' nearly out on the end Lift the parts red, oh, what a square As soon as the man, there's no sweeter song Listen McCartney, we're the band on the run Look out kids, it's the FBI We got a problem, you keep me high Put on your clothes, take the smile off your face And put your money where your mouth is or get out this place Oh yeah
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