Fevers Worse - Young Fathers

Give me something classic

Wrap it up in plastic

Don’t forget to pack it

Pack it, Pack it

Give me something classic

Wrap it up in plastic

Don’t forget to pack it

Pack it, Pack it

My fever’s worse

My fever’s worse

My fever’s worse

My fever’s worse (give me something)

My fever’s worse (give me something)

My fever’s worse (Oooh)

Selectively indigenous

That’s what you call a genius

Making it original, original, original

Pyrotechnic overtures

Splendid, dancing curvatures

She said lick my (uhh)

While I paint my nails

Do my toes

P-p-paint my nails

Give me something, My fever’s worse

Give me something, My fever’s worse (Oooh)

Give me something, My fever’s worse

Give me something, My fever’s worse (Oooh)

Aye (x13) (Tell me something classic)

Stumble to your plummet with the victim of revolver

Tragedy appears when it’s out of order

The green goblin always comes in abundance

Through the mouth, the heart shall speak

Riding with my trusted steed

Giddy giddy giddy giddy giddy giddy up, yup

Then the beggar says «Where you going with my gumdrop?»

Gum gum, gum, gum gum, my gumdrop (word)

Clean surface, dirty cocktail

Complimentary drink from Mister Rockwell

Opening doors so you don’t touch hell

Friendly staff and personnel

American cigarettes, smoke in silhouettes

Cary Grant would’ve loved chat on the internet

Exchange the guns at the range

Come ride my horse or private plane

My fever’s worse (give me something)

My fever’s worse (give me something) (Oooh)

My fever’s worse (giddy giddy giddy giddy giddy giddy up)

My fever’s worse (giddy giddy giddy giddy giddy giddy up) (Oooh)

Aye (x13) (Tell me something classic)

Word (x8)