Mungo Jerry все тексты (слова) песен, переводы, видео, клипы

Oh, I've been thinking about my life,
What's been wrong and what's been right,
Some say that and some say this,
Some say no and some say yes,
Alright, alright, alright,
Alright, alright, alright,

I don't know what's going on,

She wears those micromini dresses
Hair hanging down her back

She wears those seethrough sweaters
She likes to wear her stocking black
And if I see her tonight

You can bet your life I'll attack.

In the summer time when the weather is high
You can chase right up and touch the sky,
When the weather's fine
You got women, you got women on your mind.
Have a drink, have a drive
Go out and see what you can find.

If her Daddy's rich, take her out for a meal,

Chh chh-chh, uh Chh chh-chh, uh
Chh chh-chh, uh Chh chh-chh, uh
Chh chh-chh, uh Chh chh-chh, uh
Chh chh-chh, uh Chh chh-chh, uh
Chh chh-chh, uh Chh chh-chh, uh
Chh chh-chh, uh Chh chh-chh

In the summertime when the weather is hot

It's a summer time affair

Shaggy ha! Rayvon

Sun and fun in the Atmosphere

(chorus:)

I remember when I was very young,
Had lot of toys and I had lots of fun, yes I did,
Playing mum's and dad's with the girls down the road,
I used to pull their hair and I used to pick my nose, yes I did,
"Didn't we all"
Now I'm getting pretty old, I like to think back to the past,
What about all the sweets we used to eat,
And the games we used to play in the park.

Im driving down the highway
Brand new shiny car
I got money in my pocket
Gonna be a star

Im a mighty, mighty, mighty man, whoa!
Im a mighty, mighty man.
(Oh, yes I am)

Sugar Mama, look at me, won't you give your love to me,
Sugar Mama, what you've done, sugar mama, let's have fun,
You take me for a walk, just a baby I couldn't talk,
16 and you're 31, sugar mama, let's have fun

Sugar Mama, you're so fine, won't you let me taste your cherry wine,
Sugar Mama, you're so fine, won't you let me taste your cherry wine

The sun was low, and the shadow was cold,
On the pale drawn face, that was wrinkled and old,
A newspaper coat, hanging loose 'round his throat,
And the shoes on his feet, strips of leather tied up with rope,
His uncombed hair, and eyes that would stare,
At the people passing by, who didn't know or didn't care

Chorus:

Well, she knows how to rock it, knows how to groove
Rock 'n roll ya, move your groove
Well, she make you feel great, make you feel crazy
Hazy days in crazy ways

Wi-ild - give me wild love
Wi-ild - give me wild love ....