Preachin?to the Choir - De-Phazz, Frankfurt Radio Bigband

Walking down a foggy London street one day

Listenin' to the rhythm of my feet

Everything in my life was going O. K.

I bad some extra money, and all my bills

Were paid

Should I stash this extra cash

Or spend it on some pleasure

Should I throw it all away

And waste it on some pain

Pay that girl to spank me With her belt of leather

Or feel the shower of her golden rain

I know it may sound crazy,

But it sho' nuff it the truth

We all have these feelings

And there’s nothing we can do I know it my way sound crazy…

It’s a California morning,

Trough I never Have been there

I wish that I could grow some wings

And fly up in the air

People who don’t like me,

Will look up in the sky

I’ll lift up my tail feathers

And drop something in their eyes

Preachin' to the choir

Walking through the forest

In my birthday suit

Feeling free and dangling in the breeze

Soakin' up that sweet sunshine on my body

Thinkin'.

«Hey, this is the life for me!»

Preachin' to the choir

Preachin' to the choir

Set the church afire

Preachin' to the choir