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Monkey

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Трек «Monkey» вышел в 9 ноября 2004 г. г. на альбоме «{albumName}» (лейбл «Essential Media Group»)Time Travelin' Couch

Информация о песне

АльбомTime Travelin' Couch

Дата релиза9 ноября 2004 г.

ЛейблEssential Media Group

ЯзыкEnglish

Мелодичность

Акустичность

Валанс

Танцевальность

Энергия

BPM126

ОБЗОР

СЛОВА

Видео

Видео

Создатели

ИСПОЛНИТЕЛИ

Toothpick

Исполнитель

Gary Philips

Электрогитара

Doug Ray

Ведущий вокал

Duke Mushroom

Ударные инструменты

The Freshmaka

Тромбон

Kaz Gamble

Программирование барабанов

Moe Roberts

Барабаны

DJ Deetalx

Проигрыватель пластинок

Pete Levin

Фортепиано

Samfir

Духовые инструменты

Bubs Smith

Исполнитель

МУЗЫКА И СЛОВА

Sam Hollander

Автор песен

Doug Ray

Автор песен

David Schommer

Автор песен

ПРОДЮСЕРЫ И ЗВУКОРЕЖИССЕРЫ

Sam Hollander

Продюсер

Gary Philips

Продюсер

Rick Pantoja

Мастеринг-инженер

David Schommer

Продюсер

Слова

Left, left, left right left

Left, left, left right left

Left, left, left right left

Left, left, left right left

Here's a little story about girls that ignore me

And dudes that still scream for the band that played before me

And the bad looks from parents that hate on my song

When they're alone in the car, I know they sing along

'Cause it feels good to be bad, but it's sad when it's all hate

Now why I'm making eyes at your date, I can't wait

'Cause first comes love, then comes marriage

And cornbread and cabbage, tomatoes and tossed salad

Get mad at my bad habit of dieting lost words

If you see me again, just flip me the bird

You took a left hook right in your head

You wish it was a knockout punch

Uh, open your eyes, you can see the white lights

And the stars shine but you can't come inside

You took a left hook right in your head

You wish it was a knockout punch

Uh, let it go, when the blunt floats on

Like a car bomb when you're high, enjoy the show

Well I'm not gonna get a job, got an education

And a diploma but this shit is getting wasted

And I'm not gonna go to pieces, I still believe in

Self-expression, if I said it I meant it

And your outlook is so wrong, it's dead wrong

And my third grade teacher made me write this song

For all the people still living in shock with bad wishes

You get 40 years to take out the trash and do the dishes

And now that it's a big surprise, it's alright

Put your hands at your side, you closed your eyes

You took a left hook right in your head

You wish it was a knockout punch

Uh, open your eyes, you can see the white lights

And the stars shine but you can't come inside

You took a left hook right in your head

You wish it was a knockout punch

Uh, let it go, when the blunt floats on

Like a car bomb when you're high, enjoy the show

Wake up lady, it's time to go home

I can't sleep, your husband's blowing up my phone

She's gone, I might see her again, probably not

I told her to keep the Pumas but she stole my watch

Now old dudes wait outside my job

I'm like, "Doug Ray owes me money too but he's gone"

Remain calm, your son and daughter both know me

Put your hands in the air and walk away slowly

Left, left, left right left

Left, left, left right left

Left, left, left right left

Left, left, left right left

You took a left hook right in your head

You wish it was a knockout punch

Uh, open your eyes, you can see the white lights

And the stars shine but you can't come inside

You took a left hook right in your head

You wish it was a knockout punch

Uh, let it go, when the blunt floats on

Like a car bomb when you're high, enjoy the show

You took a left hook right in your head

You wish it was a knockout punch

Uh, open your eyes, you can see the white lights

And the stars shine but you can't come inside

You took a left hook right in your head

You wish it was a knockout punch

Uh, let it go, when the blunt floats on

Like a car bomb when you're high, enjoy the show

You got your ass kicked

You got your ass kicked

You got your ass kicked

You got your ass kicked

Yeah, you did, you know it

Just back up, go home son, it's over

Written by: Christopher Sobeich, David Schommer, Doug Ray, Samuel Hollander

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