Be My Beach Lyrics
| Song | Be My Beach |
| Artist | Funkadelic |
| Album | Let's Take It To The Stage |
| Download | Image LRC TXT |
| 作词 : Clinton, Collins, Worrell | |
| {Bootsy}: | |
| Hello beach, I suppose you know this is those crazios calling, | |
| Uh, long distance baby. | |
| I'd just like to be your bridge over troubled waters mama | |
| Dig...while I smoke on it. | |
| Come Saturday night | |
| When all the world is counting sheep I'll count the moments | |
| 'Till I have to leave your side | |
| Come Saturday night | |
| When all but the moon is fast asleep I'll watch the sun rise | |
| And leap into your eyes | |
| She's a lot of fun. She likes to come on much too strong | |
| She's a lot of fun. Think that she's the only freak been born | |
| As a matter of fact, she's not the only sand at the beach | |
| Or to be exact, there's a whole lot of beaches | |
| {Bootsy}: | |
| Mama, be my beach | |
| Ahhh...I'd just like to say, baby | |
| Oh, I just feel so good just being able to talk to you for a while, uh | |
| Maybe you remember the last time we was together | |
| And how you rubbed me on my head, uh | |
| Oh baby it felt so good...you make me wanna say oh baby! | |
| Come 4th of July | |
| When all the vultures wait in line I'll wait in limbo | |
| To lay upon your bod | |
| Come 4th of July | |
| When all the vultures wait in line to cop their suntans | |
| And lay upon your bod | |
| She's a lot of fun. She likes to come on much too strong | |
| She's a lot of fun. Think that she's the only freak been born | |
| As a matter of fact, she's not the only sand at the beach | |
| Or to be exact, there's a whole lot of beaches | |
| {Bootsy}: | |
| Mama be my beach, beach | |
| Uh...what's in the sand, uh beach? | |
| Uh, maybe seashells of a clover...or something | |
| And maybe a few octo-pupupupupupusses-uh | |
| Oh I'm walking over your board |
| zuo ci : Clinton, Collins, Worrell | |
| Bootsy: | |
| Hello beach, I suppose you know this is those crazios calling, | |
| Uh, long distance baby. | |
| I' d just like to be your bridge over troubled waters mama | |
| Dig... while I smoke on it. | |
| Come Saturday night | |
| When all the world is counting sheep I' ll count the moments | |
| ' Till I have to leave your side | |
| Come Saturday night | |
| When all but the moon is fast asleep I' ll watch the sun rise | |
| And leap into your eyes | |
| She' s a lot of fun. She likes to come on much too strong | |
| She' s a lot of fun. Think that she' s the only freak been born | |
| As a matter of fact, she' s not the only sand at the beach | |
| Or to be exact, there' s a whole lot of beaches | |
| Bootsy: | |
| Mama, be my beach | |
| Ahhh... I' d just like to say, baby | |
| Oh, I just feel so good just being able to talk to you for a while, uh | |
| Maybe you remember the last time we was together | |
| And how you rubbed me on my head, uh | |
| Oh baby it felt so good... you make me wanna say oh baby! | |
| Come 4th of July | |
| When all the vultures wait in line I' ll wait in limbo | |
| To lay upon your bod | |
| Come 4th of July | |
| When all the vultures wait in line to cop their suntans | |
| And lay upon your bod | |
| She' s a lot of fun. She likes to come on much too strong | |
| She' s a lot of fun. Think that she' s the only freak been born | |
| As a matter of fact, she' s not the only sand at the beach | |
| Or to be exact, there' s a whole lot of beaches | |
| Bootsy: | |
| Mama be my beach, beach | |
| Uh... what' s in the sand, uh beach? | |
| Uh, maybe seashells of a clover... or something | |
| And maybe a few octopupupupupupussesuh | |
| Oh I' m walking over your board |
| zuò cí : Clinton, Collins, Worrell | |
| Bootsy: | |
| Hello beach, I suppose you know this is those crazios calling, | |
| Uh, long distance baby. | |
| I' d just like to be your bridge over troubled waters mama | |
| Dig... while I smoke on it. | |
| Come Saturday night | |
| When all the world is counting sheep I' ll count the moments | |
| ' Till I have to leave your side | |
| Come Saturday night | |
| When all but the moon is fast asleep I' ll watch the sun rise | |
| And leap into your eyes | |
| She' s a lot of fun. She likes to come on much too strong | |
| She' s a lot of fun. Think that she' s the only freak been born | |
| As a matter of fact, she' s not the only sand at the beach | |
| Or to be exact, there' s a whole lot of beaches | |
| Bootsy: | |
| Mama, be my beach | |
| Ahhh... I' d just like to say, baby | |
| Oh, I just feel so good just being able to talk to you for a while, uh | |
| Maybe you remember the last time we was together | |
| And how you rubbed me on my head, uh | |
| Oh baby it felt so good... you make me wanna say oh baby! | |
| Come 4th of July | |
| When all the vultures wait in line I' ll wait in limbo | |
| To lay upon your bod | |
| Come 4th of July | |
| When all the vultures wait in line to cop their suntans | |
| And lay upon your bod | |
| She' s a lot of fun. She likes to come on much too strong | |
| She' s a lot of fun. Think that she' s the only freak been born | |
| As a matter of fact, she' s not the only sand at the beach | |
| Or to be exact, there' s a whole lot of beaches | |
| Bootsy: | |
| Mama be my beach, beach | |
| Uh... what' s in the sand, uh beach? | |
| Uh, maybe seashells of a clover... or something | |
| And maybe a few octopupupupupupussesuh | |
| Oh I' m walking over your board |
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