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Gilla Band - Paul
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INTERPRÉTATION
Gilla Band
Gilla Band
Interprète
Adam Faulkner
Adam Faulkner
Batterie
Alan Duggan
Alan Duggan
Guitare
Daniel Fox
Daniel Fox
Basse
Dara Kiely
Dara Kiely
Chant
COMPOSITION ET PAROLES
Adam Faulkner
Adam Faulkner
Paroles/Composition
Alan Duggan
Alan Duggan
Paroles/Composition
Daniel Fox
Daniel Fox
Paroles/Composition
Dara Kiely
Dara Kiely
Paroles/Composition
PRODUCTION ET INGÉNIERIE
Adam Faulkner
Adam Faulkner
Production
Alan Duggan
Alan Duggan
Production
Daniel Fox
Daniel Fox
Production
Dara Kiely
Dara Kiely
Production
James Hyland
James Hyland
Ingénierie de mixage
Liam Mulvaney
Liam Mulvaney
Ingénierie de mixage

Paroles

Better not ask our bleached moustache Has given us a rash Nice Ronny anyway It's here but it's not Our nylon locks Like corn on a gob Stuck in our gap anyway Whiskering sweet nothings sugar free It's all we can see Tache of the day anyway Again again She's a gent give her a call My daughter Paul Again again She's a gent give her a call My daughter Paul Better not ask our bleached moustache Has given us a rash Nice Ronny anyway It's here but it's not Our nylon locks Like corn on a gob Stuck in your gap and I won't 'I want, I want' You made a pamphlet out of bread that we digest Instead, Instead You make a homemade 3 in 1 Cause it looks fresh' 'It's best to look fresh' Then lean on now like a full bus that's back to school It's all got old To narrate silent ads with food in your mouth Daddy long legs Put his shoes back on and pissed with the seat down Got pinched to death Lost my cheekbones and jumpers for goal posts Over the shop Nurse a proceeding hairline with a nice hat Edge of the seat Face/Off Odds at Lee Evans Think it's the seventh time I saw Smidge of smug smig sange Almost a funny dance If I got the chance I would Casually clean around She walks through my house Laughing at it now And now I'm so surprised She pulled them tight And said that Mighty Munch are the crust of Meanies Now she's strictly-full Intangible How many bulbs does it take to screw a light in Now he pats her lap Turns on her lamp He's best mates with her dad dad daaaa It's all got old To narrate silent ads with food in your mouth Daddy long legs Put his shoes back on and pissed with the seat down Got pinched to death Lost my cheekbones and jumpers for goal posts Over the shop Nurse a proceeding hairline with a hat
Writer(s): Adam Edward Faulkner, Alan Duggan, Daniel Eamon Fox, Dara Benjamin Kiely Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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