44 Robbers Lyrics
| Song | 44 Robbers |
| Artist | Laika |
| Album | Silver Apples Of The Moon |
| Download | Image LRC TXT |
| 作词 : Fiedler, Fixsen | |
| I got up at half past four | |
| Forty-four robbers around my door | |
| Forty-four - and maybe more | |
| What the hell they want me for? | |
| Stubbly faces & gap-tooth grins | |
| Ain't no way i'm lettin' them in | |
| No way - you can't come in | |
| Forty-four robbers stinkin' of gin | |
| Uh huh - i ain't lettin' you in | |
| I'll hit you with a rolling pin | |
| So small can't hurt a fly | |
| Get in my way and i'll sure as hell try | |
| To kick your butt down the block | |
| Can't wait yellin' for the cops | |
| Fifty dealers and fifty thieves | |
| Starring at the drive-in on my street | |
| Shit, over my shoulder there's popeye and bluto | |
| Looking nasty - can i remember my judo? | |
| It's always like this - going out alone | |
| So damn scared might never leave home | |
| I've got my freedom i've got my pride | |
| All means nothin' with these men outside | |
| Puffing and preening and strutting their stuff | |
| Blocking my way out - i've had enough! | |
| Give me justice - hand it over now | |
| Gotta get a gun or maybe just leave town... | |
| See ya! | |
| Sly stallone and al capone | |
| Are giving me grief on the telephone | |
| All i want is a swiss cheese sarnie | |
| When at the deli stands big arnie | |
| Hey jean-claude - move aside | |
| That taxi's mine - i'm taking that ride | |
| When i go out to get the sunday paper | |
| What's my man to think 'someone might rape her'?! | |
| I'm just having a beer on my own | |
| Don't mean hulk hogan can take me home | |
| I've got my mace but my loud-as-**** whistle | |
| Is so ineffective i just pray the epistles | |
| For help to come someday soon | |
| But until then i'll stay in my room |
| zuo ci : Fiedler, Fixsen | |
| I got up at half past four | |
| Fortyfour robbers around my door | |
| Fortyfour and maybe more | |
| What the hell they want me for? | |
| Stubbly faces gaptooth grins | |
| Ain' t no way i' m lettin' them in | |
| No way you can' t come in | |
| Fortyfour robbers stinkin' of gin | |
| Uh huh i ain' t lettin' you in | |
| I' ll hit you with a rolling pin | |
| So small can' t hurt a fly | |
| Get in my way and i' ll sure as hell try | |
| To kick your butt down the block | |
| Can' t wait yellin' for the cops | |
| Fifty dealers and fifty thieves | |
| Starring at the drivein on my street | |
| Shit, over my shoulder there' s popeye and bluto | |
| Looking nasty can i remember my judo? | |
| It' s always like this going out alone | |
| So damn scared might never leave home | |
| I' ve got my freedom i' ve got my pride | |
| All means nothin' with these men outside | |
| Puffing and preening and strutting their stuff | |
| Blocking my way out i' ve had enough! | |
| Give me justice hand it over now | |
| Gotta get a gun or maybe just leave town... | |
| See ya! | |
| Sly stallone and al capone | |
| Are giving me grief on the telephone | |
| All i want is a swiss cheese sarnie | |
| When at the deli stands big arnie | |
| Hey jeanclaude move aside | |
| That taxi' s mine i' m taking that ride | |
| When i go out to get the sunday paper | |
| What' s my man to think ' someone might rape her'?! | |
| I' m just having a beer on my own | |
| Don' t mean hulk hogan can take me home | |
| I' ve got my mace but my loudas whistle | |
| Is so ineffective i just pray the epistles | |
| For help to come someday soon | |
| But until then i' ll stay in my room |
| zuò cí : Fiedler, Fixsen | |
| I got up at half past four | |
| Fortyfour robbers around my door | |
| Fortyfour and maybe more | |
| What the hell they want me for? | |
| Stubbly faces gaptooth grins | |
| Ain' t no way i' m lettin' them in | |
| No way you can' t come in | |
| Fortyfour robbers stinkin' of gin | |
| Uh huh i ain' t lettin' you in | |
| I' ll hit you with a rolling pin | |
| So small can' t hurt a fly | |
| Get in my way and i' ll sure as hell try | |
| To kick your butt down the block | |
| Can' t wait yellin' for the cops | |
| Fifty dealers and fifty thieves | |
| Starring at the drivein on my street | |
| Shit, over my shoulder there' s popeye and bluto | |
| Looking nasty can i remember my judo? | |
| It' s always like this going out alone | |
| So damn scared might never leave home | |
| I' ve got my freedom i' ve got my pride | |
| All means nothin' with these men outside | |
| Puffing and preening and strutting their stuff | |
| Blocking my way out i' ve had enough! | |
| Give me justice hand it over now | |
| Gotta get a gun or maybe just leave town... | |
| See ya! | |
| Sly stallone and al capone | |
| Are giving me grief on the telephone | |
| All i want is a swiss cheese sarnie | |
| When at the deli stands big arnie | |
| Hey jeanclaude move aside | |
| That taxi' s mine i' m taking that ride | |
| When i go out to get the sunday paper | |
| What' s my man to think ' someone might rape her'?! | |
| I' m just having a beer on my own | |
| Don' t mean hulk hogan can take me home | |
| I' ve got my mace but my loudas whistle | |
| Is so ineffective i just pray the epistles | |
| For help to come someday soon | |
| But until then i' ll stay in my room |
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