Bona Fide Treasure - The Charlatans

Do do do, do do do

Ohhhh, the old man gathers up his suitcase

And heads for the sun

Me, I’m looking for some bona fide treasure

And its dumb, dumb, dumb…

I’m telling you there’s a palace for all the old souls

Build myself a motor out of matchsticks for the run, run, run, run, run

Run rabbit run

Give me 2 good reasons why you don’t want me to come

I’m dying!

Can you help my ghost?

You’re the cream of the crop

The cheese on the top of my toast

Do do do, do do do…

Roll up, roll up

There’s some kind of news

You won’t find me

My lords and ladies

I’m not amused

I’m not amused

People come out laughing

Raise a glass to the land

Try to buy some cover here

I just want to lend a helping hand

Gimme, gimme, gimme that gun

I’ll give you 2 good reasons why I don’t want you to come

I’m dying

What will I become

I’m the king of the park, with the queen on my back and it’s fun

Follow me, follow me into the sun

And give me two good reasons why you never wanted to come

I’m dying

Go get my gun

I’m the king of the park, with the queen on my back and it’s fun

Do do do, do do do