1.M.r Milk
Hi!
I'm sure could make your hand fit mine(woo, woo)
if I deliver these custard trays on time.(woo, woo)
Four thirty a.m. ding dong rise.(woo, woo)
Kiss her photo with the beam from ash tray light.(woo, woo)
I'm sure I could deliver better
if I pretended I'd never met her.
She said she'd love me sweeter
if we made it to the pier for dinner.
Seven months in a ditch while the ring kept for her to decide
(woo, woo)
If my milk truck's gonna be her chariot ride.(woo, woo)
Four thirty a.m. ding dong rise.(woo, woo)
Morning sun makes my sour heart pasteurise.(woo, woo)
I'm sure I could deliver better
if I pretended I'd never met her.
she said she'd love me sweeter
if we made it to the pier for dinner.
Welsh rarebit with a new dress on.
If that ain't enough to make you smile.
Every Kinteil road kid knows
When she's around then cheese goes dry.
da,da,da,da,da,da....etc
2.Get Up
Got a kiss on the neck from a mornin' cartoon
Pullin' out the knot, I just can't lose
Grabbin' my shoulder, turned out the night
Like a smile after you've cried
The lady out walkin' with her popcorn pup
To get out and smoke before her husband wakes up
Eyes to the asphalt, plastic bag hands
Just get on outta there, just get away from that man
Well I'm all thumbs and toes
With the way that it comes and the way that it goes
(Get up, get up)
I gotta loosen this load
(Get up, get up)
Get some fire in my throat
See the man in the corner tryin' to make em all smile
And missin' the one who matters all the while
And she'll beat him senseless but he just can't see
It aint for the crowd that you bleed
So be good to your barkeep man
Its more than yer drink, he's got his hand
Can see that your nervous and it shits him to tears
Yeah he just don't want to wait and he don't care about your
band
Well I'm all thumbs and toes
With the way that it comes and the way that it goes
(Get up, get up)
I gotta loosen this load
(Get up, get up)
And put some fire in my throat
I need a life dedicated
not this endless parading
Help me, alright
(Get up, get up)
Yeah I gotta loosen this load
(Get up, get up)
And get some fire in my throat
I want a life dedicated
not this endless parading
Help me, alright
I need to do more, but I aint been sleeping
For the longest time
For the longest time
For the longest time
If I could live for one day without being sorry I know
One day without being sorry I know
One day without being sorry
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