Van Morrison - Street Theory текст песни

Come on out child

We gonna ring doorbells and run

Come on out child, child

We gonna ring doorbells and run

We gonna shake up the neighbourhood

Lord, were bound to have some fun

We can take a plane to paris

Lord, we can fly to rome

We can take a plane to paris

Lord, we can fly to rome

I get a lump in my throat every time I go back home

Im gonna go to church on sunday

Just like my mama did

Im gonna go to church on sunday

Just like my mama did

We gonna put everything up front

cause theres nothing that we wanna keep in

We gonna put everything up front

cause theres nothing that we wanna keep in

Im gonna go to church on sunday

Just like my mama did

Im gonna go to church on sunday

Just like my mama did

We gonna put everything up front

cause theres nothing that we wanna keep in

We gonna put everything up front

cause theres nothing that we wanna keep in

Come on out child

We gonna ring doorbells and run

Come on out child, child

We gonna ring doorbells and run

We gonna shake up the neighbourhood

Lord, were bound to have some fun

We gonna shake up the neighbourhood

Lord, were bound to have some fun

Come on out child

Come on out child, child

Come on out, come on out, come on out child

Come on out child

Come on out child, child

Come on out child, child

Come on out child