Bamalama - Belle Epoque

You blow your mind using cocaine

Let me blow mine using this big chain

Drugs are your scene

Violence is mine

Nothing is clean

So we broke the line

Holding this chain may lock insaine

While I’ve got beer running through my veins

See how my chain flies in the air

Honey you’re looking at your nightmare

Bamalama

Bamaloo yeah

Yeah

Bamalama

Bamaloo yeah

Yeah

Bamalama

Bamaloo yeah

Yeah

Bamalama

Bamaloo yeah

Yeah

Taste of chains

Taste of violence

Taste of chains

Taste of violence

D’you feel my chain around your neck

Com’on don’t be such a nervous wreck.

.

We’ll knock you down in the back street

When you don’t watch where you put your feet

Bamalama

Bamaloo yeah

Yeah

Bamalama

Bamaloo yeah

Yeah

Bamalama

Bamaloo yeah

Yeah

Bamalama

Bamaloo yeah

Yeah

Bamalama

Bamaloo yeah

Yeah

(Hum

Hum

Hum

Hum

You blow my mind)

(Hum

Hum

Hum

Hum

You blow my mind)

(Hum

Hum

Hum

Hum

You blow my mind)

(Hum

Hum

Hum

Hum

You blow my mind)

Get around get around

Get all upside down

Get around get around

Get all upside down

Yeah

Yeah

Yeah

Yeah

Yeah

If you’re lookin' for trouble

Man

It’s too late to go

We’ll have a little celebration

That means destruction

Bamalama

Bamaloo

Yeah

Yeah

Bamalama

Bamaloo

Yeah

Yeah

Bamalama

Bamaloo

Yeah

Yeah

Bamalama.

Bamaloo

Yeah

Yeah

Good golly Miss Molly

Baby you’re sure like a ball

Good golly Miss Molly

Baby you’re sure like a ball

When you’re rockin' and rollin'

Com’on over baby

Whole lotta shapin' goin' on

Com’on over baby

Sure you can’t go wrong

Com’on over

Whole lotta shakin' goin' on

Jenny

Jenny

Jenny

Won’t you come along with me

Jenny

Jenny

Jenny

Won’t you come along with me

Know that I love you

Won’t you come along with me.

Taste of chains

Taste of violence

Taste of chains

Taste of violence

Taste of chains

Taste of violence