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Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
The Bangles
The Bangles
Performer
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Jules Shear
Jules Shear
Composer
Christopher
Christopher
Composer
K. Rew
K. Rew
Composer
L. Sternberg
L. Sternberg
Composer
L. Gutierrez
L. Gutierrez
Composer
D. Kahne
D. Kahne
Composer

Lyrics

Oh, it's just another manic Monday Six o'clock already I was just in the middle of a dream I was kissin' Valentino By a crystal blue Italian stream But I can't be late 'Cause then I guess I just won't get paid These are the days When you wish your bed was already made It's just another manic Monday I wish it was Sunday 'Cause that's my fun day My I don't have to run day It's just another manic Monday Have to catch an early train Got to be to work by nine And if I had an aeroplane I still couldn't make it on time 'Cause it takes me so long Just to figure out what I'm gonna wear Blame it on the train But the boss is already there It's just another manic Monday I wish it was Sunday 'Cause that's my fun day I don't have to run day It's just another manic Monday (Just another manic) (Just another manic) (Just another manic) (He can pretend to giver her everything) (She don't wanna sort it out) (But she don't know what she is looking for) If she knew what she wants (He'd be giving it to her) If she knew what she needs (He could give her that too) If she knew what she wants (But he can't see through her) If she knew what she wants He'd be giving it to her Giving it to her (Giving it to her) Some have a style That they work hard to refine So they walk the crooked line But she won't understand Why anyone would have to try To walk a line when they could fly If she knew what she wants (He'd be giving it to her) If she knew what she needs (He'd be giving it too) If she knew what she wants (But he can't see through her) If she knew what she wants He'd be giving it to her Giving it to her If she wants everything (He can pretend to give her everything) Or there's nothing she wants (Then she don't want to sort it out) He's crazy for this girl (But she don't know what she's looking for) If she knew what she wants He'd be giving it to her Giving it to her (He'd be giving it to her) (He can give her that too) (But he can't see through her) Ooooh Giving it to her Giving it to her now (Wow-wow-wow-wow-wow-wow) (Wow-wow-wow-wow-wow-wow) Walking (Wow-wow-wow-wow-wow-wow) Walking Da-da-da Da-da-da-da (wow-wow-wow-wow) Da-da-da Da-da-da-da Da-da-da Da-da-da-da (wow-wow-wow-wow) Da-da-da Da-da-da-da Ooh, oh, I've had sleepless nights Toss and turn Wake up burning for what you inspire So I'm gonna walk right down his street With a love that I can't hide I've got one thing on my mind, yeah I'll even sacrifice my pride 'Cause I want you Ooh, oh, how I wish you would be mine My pulse is weak I'm blushing brighter than a valentine 'Cause I'm walking down your street With a love that I can't hide I've got one thing on my mind, yeah I'll even sacrifice my pride (ooh) 'Cause I can't stop the way I feel So I keep walking on (oh) 'Cause I want you Hey there Where you going with that load of nothing in your hand? I said "Hey there" All through this green and pleasant land I'm going down to Liverpool to do nothing I'm going down to Liverpool to do nothing I'm going down to Liverpool to do nothing All the days of my life All the days of my life Hey there Where you going with that UB40 in your hand? I said "Hey there" All through this green and pleasant land I'm going down to Liverpool to do nothing I'm going down to Liverpool to do nothing I'm going down to Liverpool to do nothing All the days of my life All the days of my life Walk like an Egyptian Walk like an Egyptian All the old paintings on the tombs They do the sand dance, don't you know? If they move too quick (oh whey oh) They're falling down like a domino All the bazaar men by the Nile They got the money on a bet Gold crocodiles (oh whey oh) They snap their teeth on your cigarette Foreign types with the hookah pipes say (Whey oh whey oh, ay oh whey oh) Walk like an Egyptian The blonde waitresses take their trays They spin around and they cross the floor They've got the moves (oh whey oh) You drop your drink, then they bring you more All the school kids so sick of books They like the punk and the metal band When the buzzer rings (oh whey oh) They're walking like an Egyptian All the kids in the marketplace say (Whey oh whey oh, ay oh whey oh) Walk like an Egyptian (Oh whey oh) (Whey oh whey oh, ay oh whey oh) Walk like an Egyptian Egyptian Slide your feet up the street, bend your back Shift your arm then you pull it back Life is hard you know (oh whey oh) So strike a pose on a Cadillac If you wanna find all the cops They're hanging out in the donut shop They sing and dance (oh whey oh) They spin the clubs, cruise down the block All the Japanese with their yen The party boys call the Kremlin And the Chinese know (oh whey oh) They walk the line like Egyptian All the cops in the donut shop say (Whey oh whey oh, ay oh whey oh) Walk like an Egyptian Walk like an Egyptian
Writer(s): Christopher, D. Kahne, J. Shear, K. Rew, L. Gutierrez, L. Sternberg, S. Hoffs Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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