Текст песни osullivan gilbert - January Git
osullivan gilbert - January Git слова песни
I still believe in Sunday as being a day of restAnd maybe it`s because I`m an IrishmanThat I like Dublin bestStill whose who are you to tell me I`m alright FredBut don`t let that worry your sonFor when he grows up and gets blown out of hereHave yourself A-tomic bombNow introducing Maisie (Maisie) and on my rightWill beBoth of whom are here now represented byOur good friend U.V.I.P.Whose mundane conjectoral I`d recommendOnly if you like rocking jazzIntermingled with an ounce of U double Kfull of eastern Raj MatazzClose your eyes and the door don`t forge-tIf you do I take it you know what to expectStill whose who are you to tell me I`m alrightFred but don`t let that worry your sonFor when he grows up and gets blown out of hereHave yourself a (really)Tour-de-force-a (yearly)non-de-plume A-tomic bombFeeling tired one degree under Oh-What you need is picking up so off you go(Get picked up you know)Whose mundane conjectoral I`d recommendOnly if you like rocking jazzIntermingled with an ounce of U double KFull of Eastern (promised)Without a doubting (Thomas)Polynesian Raj MatazzNothing older than time nothing sweeter than wineNothing physically, recklessly, hopelessly blindNothing I couldn`t sayNothing why `cos todayNothing rhymed