当前位置:首页 > 歌词大全 > Nitcomb歌词
  • Gonna take a nitcomb to get rid of me
    Cos I just realized that it was meant to be
    And I'm singing to all the torn betting slips
    Flying around my feet
    I'm talking to all the chewing gum
    That's stuck everywhere on the street
    And they're ringing the bells all over the city on a
    Saturday night
    Nobody knows why, but they know its gonna be alright
    Cos it's gonna take a nitcomb to get rid of me
    Cos I just realized that it was meant to be
    I'm standing at the sale of the shoes of bankrupt men
    I just had to buy a pair to show
    I can live again
    They're ringing the bells all over the city on a
    Saturday night
    Nobody knows why, but they know its gonna be alright
    It's gonna take a nitcomb to get rid of me
    Cos I just realized that it was meant to be
    And they're banging on the sheets of metal, sheets of gold
    And these were the finest shoes that were ever sold
    Raining on roofs, raining on drums
    Love buys a six-pack and gives it to the bums
    They're ringing on the bells in the city on a
    Saturday night
    Nobody knows why, but they know its gonna be alright
  • Gonna take a nitcomb to get rid of me
    Cos I just realized that it was meant to be
    And I'm singing to all the torn betting slips
    Flying around my feet
    I'm talking to all the chewing gum
    That's stuck everywhere on the street
    And they're ringing the bells all over the city on a
    Saturday night
    Nobody knows why, but they know its gonna be alright
    Cos it's gonna take a nitcomb to get rid of me
    Cos I just realized that it was meant to be
    I'm standing at the sale of the shoes of bankrupt men
    I just had to buy a pair to show
    I can live again
    They're ringing the bells all over the city on a
    Saturday night
    Nobody knows why, but they know its gonna be alright
    It's gonna take a nitcomb to get rid of me
    Cos I just realized that it was meant to be
    And they're banging on the sheets of metal, sheets of gold
    And these were the finest shoes that were ever sold
    Raining on roofs, raining on drums
    Love buys a six-pack and gives it to the bums
    They're ringing on the bells in the city on a
    Saturday night
    Nobody knows why, but they know its gonna be alright