The Ting Tings - Great DJ

quinta-feira, 27 de novembro de 2008

Só pra completar, a terceira música boa deles.

Fed up with your indigestion.
Swallow worries one by one.
Folks got high a quarter to five.
Don't you feel your growing up undone.

Nothing but the local DJ.
Said he had some songs to play.
What went down from this fooling around.
Gave hope and a brand new day.

Imagine all the girls,
Ah ah, ah, ah, ah, ah, ah, ah.
And the boys,
Ah ah, ah, ah, ah, ah, ah, ah.
And the strings,
Eee, eee, eee, eee, eee, eee, eee, eee.
And the drums, the drums, the drums, the drums, the drums, the drums,
The drums, the drums, the drums, the drums, the drums, the drums.

Oh
Nothing was the same again.
All about where and when.
Blowing our minds in our life unkind.
You gotta love the BPM.
When his work was all but gone
Remembering how this begun.
We wore his love like a hand in a glove.
His preacher plams it all night long.

Nothing but the girls,
Ah ah, ah, ah, ah, ah, ah, ah.
And the boys,
Ah ah, ah, ah, ah, ah, ah, ah.
And the strings,
Eee, eee, eee, eee, eee, eee, eee, eee.
And the drums, the drums, the drums, the drums, the drums, the drums