Good morning, time to get up and go to work I ride on the bus into the city everyday I sit on my seat and I dream myself away I dream I'm on an island
I woke up late this afternoon - Found a note by my bed Well, my woman had took everything I owned - And even stole the grease off my head But I'm goin
boys came up And they could see those spooks were real And they knew they'd better get right to work So they revved up the Ectomobile Yeah, the boys
Good Morning Time To Get Up And Go To Work I Ride On The Bus Into The City Every Day I Sit On My Seat And I Dream Myself Away I Dream I'm On An Island
Översättning: Beastie Boys. Markera På bussen.
: Good Morning Time To Get Up And Go To Work I Ride On The Bus Into The City Every Day I Sit On My Seat And I Dream Myself Away I Dream I'm On An Island
Well, it is our birth right to be discontented Don't tell us that the world is lemon scented You say you've had it much harder Tell me exactly how No
There are loved ones in the glory, Whose dear forms you often miss; When you close your earthly story, Will you join them in their bliss? Refrain
in a rut When it comes a time to make a choice Most men just as soon will be boys The only difference between the men and the boys Is the size of their
You've had rough times and I've had some too While you've made mistakes, I could always learn from you You walked a path, I was close behind You'd set
me, boys will be boys Got your voice buzzing in my head And a roller coaster down my spine Well, don't you know that boys will be boys Boys will, boys will be, boys
Chorus The only difference between men and boys Is the size of their feet and the price of their toys Always horsin' around makin' too much noise
Oh, I will be yours I don't know what to do I can't believe it's true that You can make me feel this way I see it in your eyes It made me realize There
& James Hop off the bus with the Alize Now hold up player, whatchu diggity-doing here? I should diggity-ask you the same And she sang Hey, boys I want
of sin is a pity on a whim Good girls gone bad, the cities filled with them Mommy took a bus trip, now she got her bust out Everybody ride her just like a bus
talkin' About Big Daddy, Kane yous a player To your motherfuckin' heart, yeah, you know You my nigga, peace, to Biz Markie, yeah Boy, you know the biz, remember back on the bus When we had the bus
hours in the mornin' Sitting on the school bus Believe we was yawning All our hair was stuck down to our foreheads Jam curls, splits, dorags and pin curls yes Sexy boys
