No Sports - Israelites | Текст песни

• Тексты песен
• No Sports
• Israelites

Get up in the morning slaving for bread sir

So that every mouth can be fed

Oooh, oooh mi israelites.

Mi wife an ma kids them a pack up an a leave me

"darling" she said "i was yours to be seen"

Oooh, oooh mi israelites

Who am I workin for?

Cho! shirt dem a tear-up trousers a go

I dont wan to end up like bonny and clyde

Oooh, oooh mi israelites

After a storm there must be a calm

Uou catch me in your farm, you sound your alarm

Oooh, oooh mi israelites

No Sports еще тексты