Babybird - King Bing (Most Scandal Song'97) | Текст песни

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• King Bing (Most Scandal Song'97)

Mmmm, you ugly beautiful thing

Oh yeah!
Oh yeah!
Oh yeah-h-h-h-h!

You ugly beautiful thing I'm in between your head and your sting
I'm pulling out your wings one by one 'til you sing like k-k-k-King Bing, yeah

Oh you beautiful thing I'm in between the poor people and the King
Pulling out no cheques
Drinking Kestrel not Becks
Plugging the TV flex into my kex
I dare you to change the fucking channel .....

(Aaahhhhh .....)

Ugly beautiful thing I'm between your head and your sting
Pulling out your wings one by one 'til you sing like King King Bing

Ugly beautiful thing how sing with your plastic wing on the tips of my broken wing
Oooh, I'm so shy when you ride up so high
And I cry 'cause I can see the possibility that you might one day die
Oooh, baby coo, you know that thing
That thing you do that I love, you keep doing it, doing it, doing it
I can't get over that thing
That thing that you keep keep doing, doing it, doing it, doing it
Drives me mad, I love it, do it, do it, do it, do it!

Uh!
Uh! Uh! Uh! Uh! Uh! Uh! Uh! Uh!
Uh! Ah! Uh! Ah! Uh! Ah! Uh! Ah! Uh! Ah!
Uh! Uh! Uh! Uh!

"Calm down son, sing the fucker like a baby!"
(belch) Yeah Mom, I'm bad
"You ain't a bad son, son
You're a fucking king!
You're the Son of God!
You're mine, I married, I made you
I forgive you baby
Co-o-o-o-me to Mommy!"

Bada-Bing Bada-Bing
Bada-Bing Bada-boom-boom-boom
Bada-Bing Bada-Bing
Bada-Bing Bada-boom-boom-boom
Bada-Bing Bada-Bing
Bada-Bing Bada-boom-boom-boom
Bada-Bing Bada-Bing
Bada-Bing Bada-boom-boom-Bing

'King'
The word: 'King'
"Son, I called you a 'king'
You ain't poor king, you're THE King"

Ugly beautiful thing I'm between your head and your sting
Pulling out your wings one by one 'til you sing like King Bing
Ugly beautiful thing Bada-Bing Bada-boom
You ain't Budda, you ain't Hari, you ain't even the Artist Formerly Known As Prince
Uh! Uh! Uh! Uh!
You're a King!
You're a King!
You're a King!
You're a King!

Ugly beautiful thing
Ugly beautiful thing

(Sigh)
See what all that means
Is that blue is really yellow
You grow old, you mellow
Orange turns green

It's rust
It's things rotting
It's Mike And The Mechanics doing Celine Dion doing Sting
Phoney giveaway a hundred thousand CDs
To Virgin, Our Price and all the HMVs
Wish I'd thought of it
It's so cool
It's music for thick people
Lowest common denomination
All hidden under the steeple
Roof tiled and hatched with weeds
Big tits and tight behinds, beguiled
Hatched in the minds of men
Who stack singles for one ninety-nine
Get the fucker in the chart!
Charge three ninety-nine!
Take a cut off the sublime
Off the artist
Off the public
Off the quick-to-buy, slow-to-think
Hey! That's why!
Yeah, now I know
When will people realise that if you put shit on the dancette
And spin it at 45 rpm, 120 bpm, you'll still hear it stink?

I'm out of here
Whatever
Amen!

Ba-da-ba-ba ba-da-da-da-da-da-da-da ba-da-ba-da ba-da-da
Ba-da-da-da-da-da-da-da-da-da-da-a-a
Ba-da-da-da-da-da-da-a-a
Yeah
Mmmm
Yeah
Yeah yeah yeah yeah yeah

You ugly beautiful thing
You ugly beautiful thing
You ugly beautiful thing
You ugly beautiful thing
You ugly beautiful thing
You ugly beautiful thing
You ugly beautiful beautiful
Ugly ugly beautiful
Ugly ugly beautiful beautiful
Ugly beautiful
Ugly ugly beautiful
Ugly beautiful
Ugly beautiful thing

Oh oh oh oh oh oh getting into Jamiroquai ter

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