Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song I Just Sit There, artist - Sonny Bono. Album song Inner Views, in the genre ПопDate of issue: 07.02.2005
Record label: Elektra, Warner Strategic Marketing
Song language: English
I Just Sit There |
| Black is day and white is night |
| Smell the air, it’s real uptight |
| I, I just sit there |
| And I, I just sit there |
| Trippers, strippers, hips or squares |
| Divide the line and tell me where |
| Oh my God, I’m growing up |
| How the hell do I fill my cup? |
| Find the start, go find the end |
| Break the circle and you’ll get in |
| Get your kicks when you’re in that spin |
| Then help me out, tell me where you’ve been |
| If you know, checkmate, you win |
| I, I just sit there |
| And I, I just sit there |
| Ring around the rosey |
| Your daddy’s getting nosey |
| Your mother’s cooking sturgeon |
| Your sister’s still a virgin |
| Pretty soon that’ll disappear |
| Good morning sun is a new frontier |
| Much to my acute surprise |
| Sunday morning has still survived |
| Evaluate if it’s really all in vain |
| It’s usually heard through a glass that’s stained |
| Fifty sixty people moan |
| To a mongrel’s ears looking for a bone |
| Mine eyes have seen the glory of the coming of the Lord |
| How ‘bout that they harmonize |
| With a car that’s doing fifty five |
| Isn’t that wild, machines can sing |
| The driver’s digging everything |
| And he joins while four cats sing |
| I read the news today, oh boy |
| I, I just sit there |
| I said I, I just sit there |
| I wonder why we want to fly |
| The closer we get to the sky |
| The less we see with the naked eye |
| The world looks like a little ball |
| And people don’t exist at all |
| Oh, wow! |
| One, two, one, two, three, four |
| Ring around the rosey |
| Your daddy’s getting nosey |
| Your mother’s cooking sturgeon |
| Your sister’s still a virgin |
| Pretty soon that’ll disappear |
| Good morning sun is a new frontier |
| Much to my acute surprise |
| Sunday morning has still survived |
| Evaluate if it’s really all in vain |
| It’s usually heard through a glass that’s stained |
| Fifty sixty people moan |
| To a mongrel’s ears looking for a bone |
| Mine eyes have seen the glory of the coming of the Lord |
| How ‘bout that they harmonize |
| With a car that’s doing fifty five |
| Isn’t that wild, machines can sing |
| And the driver’s digging everything |
| Uh, he joins while four cats sing |
| I read the news today, oh boy |
| I, I just sit there |
| I said I, I just sit there |
| I wonder why we want to fly |
| The closer we get to the sky |
| The less we see with the naked eye |
| The world looks like a little ball |
| And people don’t exist at all |
| Oh, wow! |
| I, I just sit there |
| I, I just sit there |
| I, I just sit there |
| I, I just sit there |
| I, I just sit there |