Skye Roll out the fat red carpet So I can walk Hook up those microphones So I can talk Can be the mayor of the city And clean up all of this mess I'
(feat. Biz Markie) Bicka-bicka Biz, bicka- bicka Mark... I'm the drunk dance rocker, But don't drink Vodka. Never sang a song called Frere Jacques.
I have enough of all this tension Don't you know I'm worried sick Now i'm in the right dimension No escape who does the trick I hear my heart is on
Sample : (ouh, maybe you're right) When the party's over You got no way to go...
You got a rocket in your pocket Why can you just let me be Have you no eyes in your sockets Or are you just pleased to see me As you all know You better
You and me were meant to be Walking free in harmony One fine day we' ll fly away Don' t you know that Rome wasn' t built in a day In this day and age
Driving home now We got away Here's to our future at least That's what they say Pouring rain All through my head Makes me wonder if I'd Be better off
Too much of a good thing Has really burnt me out I'm sick of satisfaction And living in a drought Just be yourself Anyway that you want to Just be yourself
inside Love sweet love Just a little understanding Up above Way down, deep inside Wow, wow yehe Wow, wow yehe Wow, wow yehe Wow, wow yehe Mr complex Huh huh Morcheeba
Angels Smilin' on my happiness Danger 'Cause the scene is still a mess ( We can all be blessed ) Don't stop just yet We' ve got the world looking in