The Boss Hoss - Yeehaw | Текст песни

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Don’t, don’t, don’t (don’t you ever)
Don’t you ever mess with us
Don’t, don’t, don’t (don’t you cross)
Don’t you ever cross our path
You should know (we’re ‘bout to set)
We’re ‘bout to set high fire
So you should know, know
Guess who comes,
Here comes BossHoss
We got Hank and Frank
Good old Russ and Guss
When we walk into a bar we don’t mean no harm
No, no, there’s no stretch to long to bring you a song
We’re on the trail of a long, long track
Now listen to me baby
I don’t waste no time
Cause it’s gonna be fine
So why don’t you croom along
Don’t, don’t, don’t (don’t you ever)
Don’t you ever mess with us
Don’t, don’t, don’t
Cause we’re BossHoss

Yee Haw
Round and round
Back to the middle and don’t sit down
Yee Haw
Come on fellows
Yeah what the hell’em
You god damn son of a gun
Hear that sound
Gonna jump around
Move your ass and raise your hands
Yee Haw
Come on boys
Grab a girl and whirl around
Till the break of dawn

Don’t, don’t, don’t (don’t be a square)
Don’t be a square and beat them
Don’t, don’t, don’t (if you wanna get right)
If you wanna get a right or rough
If you can’t resist, take the risk
That exist (yes sir)
For the money, for the show, for the goal, for the flow
For the beatup jeans, see the moonlight mad
We got Russ and Guss
Good old Hank and Frank
When we walk into a bar
We don’t mean no harm
No, no, it’s the time, it’s the place
To keep goin’ on
We’re on the trail of a long, long track
Now listen to me baby
I don’t waste no time
’cause it’s gonna be fine
So why don’t you croom along
Don’t, don’t, don’t (don’t be a square)
Don’t be a square and beat them
Don’t, don’t, don’t
’cause we’re on fire

Yee Haw
Round and round
Back to the middle and don’t sit down
Yee Haw
Come on fellows
Yeah what the hell’em
You god damn son of a gun
Hear that sound
Gonna jump around
Move your ass and raise your hands
Yee Haw
Come on boys
Grab a girl and whirl around
Till the break of dawn

’cause we’re on fire
Yee Haw
Round and round
Back to the middle and don’t sit down
Yee Haw
Come on fellows
Yeah what the hell’em
You god damn son of a gun
Hear that sound
Gonna jump around
Move your ass and raise your hands
Yee Haw
Come on boys
Grab a girl and whirl around
Till the break of dawn

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