John Holt - Up Park Camp | Текст песни

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When I used to go to school,
You know they taught me the golden rule.
They say: "Son you better know yourself,
Because in times to come it's going to be dread."

An' now me gone a Up Park Camp,
Me neva waan go a Up Park Camp.
An' now me gone a Up Park Camp,
Me neva waan go a Up Park Camp.

Why didn't I take their advice?
If I did, I would be living in style.
God know I wasn't born to be wild.

An' now me gone a Up Park Camp,
Me neva waan go a Up Park Camp.
An' now me gone a Up Park Camp,
Me neva waan go a Up Park Camp.

Oh mother, I wish you were around,
To see your son, how he's bouncing around.
Yous like ___ (?)
Oh mother, I wish you were around,
Wish you were around, mother, mother,
Wish you were around.

(..)

When I used to go to school,
You know they taught me the golden rule.
They say: "Son you better know yourself,
Because in times to come it's going to be dread."

An' now me gone a Up Park Camp,
Me neva waan go a Up Park Camp.
An' now me gone a Up Park Camp,
Me neva waan go a Up Park Camp.

Why didn't I take their advice?
If I did, I would be living in style.
God know I wasn't born to be wild.

An' now me gone a Up Park Camp,
Me neva waan go a Up Park Camp.
An' now me gone a Up Park Camp,
Me neva waan go a Up Park Camp.

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