Lalalala-la-la In cold blood Crying zeros and I'm hearing 111s Pool, summer, summer, pool, pool summer Mister Caspian's killer told me so Heard it now on the radio Lalalala-lalala

In you, don't you? I can see my baby swingin' His Parliament's on fire and his hands are up On the balcony and I'm singing Ooh, baby, ooh, baby, I'm in love I can see my sweet boy swayin' He's crazy y Cubano como yo lala On the balcony and I'm saying

Kidnap the Sandy Claws Lalalalalala Lock him up real tight Throw away the key and then Turn off all the lights First we're going to set some bait Inside a nasty trap and wait When he comes a-sniffing

Mojemos la cama con sudor del cuerpo Y que tu suspiro le confiese al viento Lala lala la, lala lala la Lala lala la, lala lala lala Bésame suave Y que tus labios recorran mi cuerpo bien bien suave Y que la noche se convierta en una locura Y que la única

I'm whiskey in a bottle now Put your hands to the sky (Lalalalalalalalalaa) I'm a bullet in the barrel with a hair pin trigger now Yeah I'm a landslide I'm a head case train wreck avalanche comin' down I'm a ready made party Still on that ass like

Oulala, my pretty girl, pretty, pretty girl Hello señorita hey, okay Mírame señorita hey, okay Comédie sur comédie, tout c'qu'on te dit est faux On dit qu'je suis sans cœur, je sais qu'tu t'méfies Je n'suis pas un acteur, ne te fais pas trop de films

I wanna roll I wanna roll with you lala-lala-lala I was a girl of just a few words playing in the sun Just a little kid chasing blue birds and singing just for fun But now I found my voice and now I made my choice Gonna shout it out, put it all about Now

Deep greedy and Googling every corner Tralala, in your snatch fits pleasure, broom-shaped pleasure Dead in the middle of the C-O-double M-O-N Little did I know then that the Mandela Boys soon become Mandela Men Tall woman, pull the pylons down And wrap

Corra não pare, não pense demais Repare essas velas no cais Que a vida é cigana É pedra de gelo ao sol Degelou teus olhos tão sós Num mar de água clara, clara (Laiá, la, la, la, lala hei) (La, la, la, la, lala hei)

Singing la lalalalala la la And the night over London lay At night they would go walking 'till the breaking of the day The morning is for sleeping Through the dark streets, they go searching, to see God in their own way Save the nighttime for your