Tekst Utworu

Ba, ba, da, da, ba, ba, da, da, ba, ba, da, da, da Ba, ba, da, da, ba, ba, da, da, ba, da, da Ba, ba, da, da, ba, ba, da, da, ba, ba, da, da, da Ba, ba, da, da, ba, ba, da, da, ba, da, da Where's your dart gone, honey? It would be good to have your tongue And where's your voice gone, sonny? You've got to step up, come on, come So pick a casket for me, honey Oh, let me be your every dream I'll even be the love you lost You won't be so much when I'm mean Ba, ba, da, da, ba, ba, da, da, ba, ba, da, da, da Ba, ba, da, da, ba, ba, da, da, ba, da, da Ba, ba, da, da, ba, ba, da, da, ba, ba, da, da, da Ba, ba, da, da, ba, ba, da, da, ba, da, da Where's your friends gone, honey? It seems they want your company Well, I could never put you down, down, down It would be good to have your tongue And now our time is running I'll watch you watch me pray from grave So pick a casket for me, honey We've still plenty love to pray Oh, oh, oh, oh Oh, oh, oh, oh Oh, oh, ohh Where's you gone to, sonny? I'm turning mean in uniform Well, pick a casket for me, honey It would be good to have your tongue And if you want to shoot me down, down, down For there is nothing left to call There is no one on earth to see Not through to the fog that's over me Ba, ba, da, da, ba, ba, da, da, ba, ba, da, da, da Ba, ba, da, da, ba, ba, da, da, ba, da, da Ba, ba, da, da, ba, ba, da, da, ba, ba, da, da, da Ba, ba, da, da, ba, ba, da, da, oh, oh, oh
Writer(s): Mark Edward Cleveland, Dorian Martin Hargreave Hobday, Sam Edward Windett Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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