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C'mon
115
Turnede
Alternative
C'mon adlı parça albümünün bir parçası olarak WM Australia tarafından 31 Mayıs 2000 tarihinde yayınlandıEduardo and Rodriguez Wage War On T-Wrecks
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Çıkış Tarihi31 Mayıs 2000
FirmaWM Australia
Melodiklik
Akustiklik
Valence
Dans Edilebilirlik
Enerji
BPM139

Krediler

PERFORMING ARTISTS
Regurgitator
Regurgitator
Performer
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
QUAN YEOMANS
QUAN YEOMANS
Composer

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Ah-ah (Come on)
Oh (Come-come on)
Oh-oh-oh (Come on)
Ah (Come)
I-I kick it with the hobo sound
We-we're lo-fi right down to the ground
And-and, good to see you do what you do
Yeah-yeah, see you swinging like a-Danny LaRue
Uh-uh, everybody bringing it round
We-we're matchin' with you pound for pound
Oh-oh, make room cause we're comin' to stay
Everybody getting funny like a-Shawn McCay
Ooh-ooh, never ever short on the bass
Ah-ah, hit you like a slap in the face
Yeah-yeah, you know we aim to please
Like a burger with cheese, we'll give you heart disease
Uh-uh, I can tell you're rockin' it raw
Now-now, knockin' it on the dance floor
Ooh-ooh, don't forget to come up for air
All you blue face boogies junkies gimme the scare
Ah-ah (Come on)
C'mon, c'mon, yeah
C'mon, c'mon, ah-ah
(Come) C'mon, c'mon, yeah-yeah
C'mon, c'mon
Ooh, check-check, someone tell me if we're comin' through clear
Yeah-yeah, lean to, let me chew in your ear
Now-now, play mind if you got it to spare
Exits here, there and all over the where
All-all dressed up but with nowhere to go
Yeah-yeah, shut the fuck up and get on with the show
Huh-huh? Come again when you give me the "what?"
Replay, put your ten cent coin in the slot
Bounce-bounce, more bounce than the P.T. Flea
Ugh-ugh, AD like Mr Kinski
Species, disco only one of a kind
Faeces, très chaud, yeah we're doin it fine
Huh-huh, quixotic like the word of Cervantes
Tell me, can you hear the drums, Hernandez?
He cuts the wax like a fugu fish
That means he takes all care like a mohel at a bris
Ah-ah (Come on)
C'mon, c'mon, yeah
C'mon, c'mon, ah-ah
(Come) C'mon, yeah, c'mon, yeah-yeah
C'mon, yeah, c'mon, ah-ah
(Come on) C'mon, c'mon, yeah
C'mon, yeah, c'mon, ah-ah
C'mon, (Come on) c'mon, yeah-yeah
C'mon, yeah, c'mon
I kick it with the hobo sound
We're lofi right down to the ground
And good to see you do what you do
Yeah, I see you swingin' like a-Danny LaRue
Uh, everybody bringing it round
We're matchin' with you pound for pound
Ooh, make room cause we're comin' to stay
Everybody getting funny like a-Shawn McCay
Boom, never ever short on the bass
Ah, hit you like a slap in the face
Yeah, you know that we aim to please
Like a burger with cheese, we'll give you heart disease
Uh, I can tell you're rockin' it raw
Now, knockin' it on the dance floor
Ooh, don't forget to come up for air
All you blue face boogies junkies gimme the scare
Ah-ah (Come on)
C'mon, c'mon, yeah
C'mon, c'mon, ah-ah
C'mon, yeah, (Come on) c'mon, yeah-yeah
C'mon, c'mon, ah-ah
(Come on) C'mon, c'mon, yeah
C'mon, yeah, c'mon, ah-ah
C'mon, c'mon, yeah-yeah
C'mon
Written by: QUAN YEOMANS
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