Song | Kid's Allright |
Artist | Bettie Serveert |
Album | Palomine |
Download | Image LRC TXT |
作词 : Bettie Serveert, VanDijk | |
Down in the cellar with Dolly and Sue | |
Smoking fags and feeling cool | |
Talking to the guy who lives downstairs | |
Walking around in ridiculous flares | |
Back in the bushes, we find a cat | |
Beat'm up with a baseball bat | |
And grandma says we'll turn out bad | |
And go straight to hell, just like dad | |
But don't get your hopes up high | |
The kid's allright | |
Down in the cellar with Dolly and Sue | |
Falling in love and feeling blue | |
Flirting with the guy who lives downstairs | |
And walking around in ridiculous flares | |
Playing hooky, pretend we're sick | |
Momma don't care if it's just a trick | |
'Cause she just wishes she never had | |
Those kids from hell who drive her mad | |
But don't get your hopes up high | |
The kid's allright | |
Now don't you think the kid's allright |
zuo ci : Bettie Serveert, VanDijk | |
Down in the cellar with Dolly and Sue | |
Smoking fags and feeling cool | |
Talking to the guy who lives downstairs | |
Walking around in ridiculous flares | |
Back in the bushes, we find a cat | |
Beat' m up with a baseball bat | |
And grandma says we' ll turn out bad | |
And go straight to hell, just like dad | |
But don' t get your hopes up high | |
The kid' s allright | |
Down in the cellar with Dolly and Sue | |
Falling in love and feeling blue | |
Flirting with the guy who lives downstairs | |
And walking around in ridiculous flares | |
Playing hooky, pretend we' re sick | |
Momma don' t care if it' s just a trick | |
' Cause she just wishes she never had | |
Those kids from hell who drive her mad | |
But don' t get your hopes up high | |
The kid' s allright | |
Now don' t you think the kid' s allright |
zuò cí : Bettie Serveert, VanDijk | |
Down in the cellar with Dolly and Sue | |
Smoking fags and feeling cool | |
Talking to the guy who lives downstairs | |
Walking around in ridiculous flares | |
Back in the bushes, we find a cat | |
Beat' m up with a baseball bat | |
And grandma says we' ll turn out bad | |
And go straight to hell, just like dad | |
But don' t get your hopes up high | |
The kid' s allright | |
Down in the cellar with Dolly and Sue | |
Falling in love and feeling blue | |
Flirting with the guy who lives downstairs | |
And walking around in ridiculous flares | |
Playing hooky, pretend we' re sick | |
Momma don' t care if it' s just a trick | |
' Cause she just wishes she never had | |
Those kids from hell who drive her mad | |
But don' t get your hopes up high | |
The kid' s allright | |
Now don' t you think the kid' s allright |