
Date of issue: 22.03.2018
Song language: English
Shotgun |
Home grown alligator, see you later |
Gotta hit the road, gotta hit the road |
Something changed in the atmosphere, architecture unfamiliar |
I could get used to this |
Time flies by in the yellow and green |
Stick around and you’ll see what I mean |
There’s a mountain top that I’m dreaming of |
If you need me, you know where I’ll be |
I’ll be riding shotgun underneath the hot sun |
Feeling like a someone |
I’ll be riding shotgun underneath the hot sun |
Feeling like a someone |
Well, South of the Equator, navigator |
Gotta hit the road, gotta hit the road |
And deep sea diving round the clock |
Bikini bottoms, lager tops |
I could get used to this |
Time flies by in the yellow and green |
Stick around and you’ll see what I mean |
There’s a mountain top that I’m dreaming of |
If you need me, you know where I’ll be |
I’ll be riding shotgun underneath the hot sun |
Feeling like a someone |
I’ll be riding shotgun underneath the hot sun |
Feeling like a someone |
We got two in the front, two in the back |
Sailing along and we don’t look back |
(Back, back, back-back-back, back-back-back) |
Time flies by in the yellow and green |
Stick around and you’ll see what I mean |
There’s a mountain top that I’m dreaming of |
If you need me, you know where I’ll be |
I’ll be riding shotgun underneath the hot sun |
Feeling like a someone |
I’ll be riding shotgun underneath the hot sun |
Feeling like a someone |
I’ll be riding shotgun underneath the hot sun |
Feeling like a someone |
I’ll be riding shotgun underneath the hot sun |
Feeling like a someone, a someone, a someone, a some… |