Gotta Get out of Here

Otta Get Out of here.

Gotta get out of here

Your presence fills me with fear,

Gotta go and change gear

Gonna break out of your frontier

Break out and run real fast

I don’t want this feeling to last (last last)

Run through the woods and far away

To live and fight another day

How did I get in the mess

And end up in this distress

Should have gone to Paris

I wouldn’t have had this menace

Gotta get out of here

Your presence fills me with fear,

Gotta go and change gear

Gonna break out of your frontier

Went with the gang to this place

Full of mystic to embrace

Ended up in a chase

Gotta get out of this place

I got us into it and I’ll get us out

Can’t just twist and shout

The stories quite hard to make out

Now its time for me to breakout

Run, run until it’s not fun

My heart is pounding like a submachine gun

That’s what happens when you get it wrong

And to consider when all is said and done.

We’re out and about ready to shout

Free as the wind from a Brussels Sprout

And one thing is and without doubt

This is not a place I wanna hangout.

Gotta get out of here

Your presence fills me with fear,

Gotta go and change gear

Gonna break out of your frontier

Gonna break out of your frontier

Gonna break out of your frontier