Ow! Stew the Red Shoe Lyrics

	作曲 : Renaldo & The Loaf
	Boom boom, Crash crash
	Ratatatat
	He knew it by heart and so did I
	He said as we rode down the road
	Without letting go of the boat he held
	That hopped and croaked, like a toad
	We didn't progress all that fast
	For his back was glued to a wall
	But he spoke of the life of one Joe Breem
	Who met his death in the fall.....
	One Joe Breem or Breen, the son of a lighthouse keeper, a strong, muscular lad of 15, who swam for miles in the night, a knife between his teeth, after a shark, out of sheer heroism
	We stopped and I held the goat by the horn
	He opened his mouth as to speak
	But all that I heard was a kind of rattle
	He must have been incredibly weak.
	His silence seemed most natural to me
	As we stood and then admired the view
	Of the first bats that flew out of the night
	Though there returned but a few.

	zuo qu : Renaldo The Loaf
	Boom boom, Crash crash
	Ratatatat
	He knew it by heart and so did I
	He said as we rode down the road
	Without letting go of the boat he held
	That hopped and croaked, like a toad
	We didn' t progress all that fast
	For his back was glued to a wall
	But he spoke of the life of one Joe Breem
	Who met his death in the fall.....
	One Joe Breem or Breen, the son of a lighthouse keeper, a strong, muscular lad of 15, who swam for miles in the night, a knife between his teeth, after a shark, out of sheer heroism
	We stopped and I held the goat by the horn
	He opened his mouth as to speak
	But all that I heard was a kind of rattle
	He must have been incredibly weak.
	His silence seemed most natural to me
	As we stood and then admired the view
	Of the first bats that flew out of the night
	Though there returned but a few.

	zuò qǔ : Renaldo The Loaf
	Boom boom, Crash crash
	Ratatatat
	He knew it by heart and so did I
	He said as we rode down the road
	Without letting go of the boat he held
	That hopped and croaked, like a toad
	We didn' t progress all that fast
	For his back was glued to a wall
	But he spoke of the life of one Joe Breem
	Who met his death in the fall.....
	One Joe Breem or Breen, the son of a lighthouse keeper, a strong, muscular lad of 15, who swam for miles in the night, a knife between his teeth, after a shark, out of sheer heroism
	We stopped and I held the goat by the horn
	He opened his mouth as to speak
	But all that I heard was a kind of rattle
	He must have been incredibly weak.
	His silence seemed most natural to me
	As we stood and then admired the view
	Of the first bats that flew out of the night
	Though there returned but a few.

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