Lyrics

Now that one got lazyitis And that one go it alone And that one go "wah-wah-wah-wah, wah-wah-wah-wah-wah" All the way home At my home, I don't come top of the class You got no brown tongue licking ass Can't do what he's asked Won't do what he's asked I think I did the right thing by slipping away, yeah And the ache that's making me ache has gone for the day Now I'm the man that shot the boss I pinned him down and blew his face off I'm doing time with weirdo kind Hustling and rustling and watching from behind Now that's the man that shot the boss He pinned him down and blew his face off He's doing time with weirdo kind Hustling and rustling and watching from behind Now that one got lazyitis And that one go it alone And that one go "wah-wah-wah-wah, wah-wah-wah-wah-wah" All the way home All the way home
Writer(s): Paul Richard Davis, Paul Anthony Ryder, Paul James Mccartney, Gary Kenneth Whelan, John Winston Lennon, Shaun Ryder, Sly Stone, Mark Philip Day, David Essex Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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