Текст песни Gilbert O`sullivan - January Git
Gilbert O`sullivan - January Git слова песни
I still believe in Sunday as being a day of rest
And maybe it`s because I`m an Irishman
That I like Dublin best
Still whose who are you to tell me I`m alright Fred
But don`t let that worry your son
For when he grows up and gets blown out of here
Have yourself A-tomic bomb
Now introducing Maisie(Maisie) and on my right Will be
Both of whom are here now represented by
our good friend U.V.I.P.
Whose mundane conjectural I`d recommend
Only if you like rocking jazz
Intermingled with an ounce of U double K
full of eastern Raj Matazz
Close your eyes and the door don`t forge-t
If you do I take it you know what to expect
(Break)
Still whose who are you to tell me I`m alright
Fred but don`t let that worry your son
For when he grows up and gets blown out of here
Have yourself a (really)
Tour-de-force-a(yearly)
non-de-plume A-tomic bomb
Feeling tired one degree under Oh -
What you need is picking up so off you go
(Get picked up you know)
(Break)
Whose mundane conjectural I`d recommend
Only if you like rocking jazz
Intermingled with an ounce of U double K
Full of Eastern (promise)
Without a doubting (Thomas)
Polynesian Raj Matazz