Yea Yea, I think I heard you Yea Yea, I think I heard you Oh Lord, I think I heard you Yea Yea, I think I heard you Yea Yea, I think I heard you Oh Lord, I think I heard you
So what was on the face of the raging river that passed me by Do I turn around, do I turn my eye to the sun In the apex of the high high noon I’m on a flatbed yellow pickup underneath the half moon Cut me, cut me, cut me some slack, Jack And jump on the back, if you can handle the candle Than you can handle the wax Your just going to get sacked It’s as simple as that.
But before I know it I’m going down this little bitty river In a boat a little bigger than a bath tub My bones begin to shiver ‘cause I’m makin’ to deliver This water that I must give her, can I get some?
Yea Yea, I think I heard you Yea Yea, I think I heard you Oh Lord, I think I heard you (I think I heard you, yea)
Down by the railway station People move a new direction Take a ticket from who you can And then drive that train (Repeat)
She was a black Tai bombshell out of Bombay She was easy on the eyes so I had nothing to say Said take you out and tell the Leprachaun man “You got to the bell rings three, and do you understand?” Little piece of me wants to go (I don’t know) Turn around and what do you do? (I don’t know) Look at me, what do you do? (I don’t know)
DING DONG DING (That’s the bell) And I know you know I know I don’t know you very well But if I did I would groove, and hit the ground running But I don’t, and I won’t, so you got another thing coming
He kicked up the river with a flick of his wrist I popped him in the kisser cause he couldn’t resist I said to my sidekick, I’m up to my high wick And now I’m getting a little homesick So before I know it I’m going down this little bitty river In a boat a little bigger than a bath tub My bones begin to shiver ‘cause I’m makin’ to deliver This water that I must give her, can I get some? before I know it I’m going down this little bitty river In a boat a little bigger than a bath tub My bones begin to shiver ‘cause I’m makin’ to deliver This water that I must give her, can I get some?
Yea Yea, I think I heard you Yea Yea, I think I heard you Oh Lord, I think I heard you (I think I heard you, yea)
Down by the railway station People move a new direction Take a ticket from who you can And then drive that train (Repeat)
Drive it, Drive it I said now, Drive it, Drive it. I said now, Drive it, Drive it. You’ve got to drive your train Ride it, Ride it. I said now Ride it, Ride it. I said now Ride it, Ride it. You’ve got to ride your train
Yea Yea, (now ride it, you’ve got to ride it, ya know what I’m talkin’ about)
Compositores: Bradley Joseph Corrigan (Brad Corrigan), Charles Stokes Urmston (Chad Stokes Urmston), Peter F Heilmbold (Pete Francis) ECAD: Obra #7756910