Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Days Like These, artist - The Cat Empire. Album song The Cat Empire, in the genre Фанк
Date of issue: 11.06.2012
Record label: Two Shoes
Song language: English
Days Like These |
To the gods in the sky, there’s one thing you can do |
You can send us some sun and we’ll play you this tune |
Because sitting in our room lying down with a scoop |
And the sunshine through our window |
It’s days like these that make us happy |
Like a puppy getting lucky with Lassie |
Hassle-free hours passing by with that beat (One, two) |
Singing «days like these» kicking back, just doing what we do |
Woah, woah, woah |
Number one I wanna find some loving in the sun |
With someone that can make me growl and hum |
Say, «Hmmm…» a boom a boom shak |
And the beat that she throw at me knocking me flat |
Number two, I’d cruise where the grass is smooth |
And the sound of the sea is a dreamy melody |
Snooze all afternoon |
Til the night time wake me cause shakedown soon |
Number three, I’d be dancing like a monkey up a tree |
Find sweet simplicity by kissing my honey |
Get funky like Bond when he’s played by Connery |
And get crafty like Don Corleone |
Four, watching Oliver jam a little more |
Remember the night when I saw |
What I never never never seen before |
Lavender wrestling a rich wild boar |
Woah, woah, woah |
It’s days like these that make us happy |
Like a puppy getting lucky with Lassie |
Hassle-free hours passing by with that beat (One, two) |
Singing «days like these» kicking back, just doing what we do |
Woah, woah, woah |
Whack, please get back, wake up on the attack |
Work myself frantic to the moon and back |
Now it’s evening and the sausages are frying out back |
I write my rhyme for this track as the sky fade to black |
Now I remember earlier in the day |
As I was swimming through the bay |
A bass player I know swum my way |
He said, «G'day |
Hey wanna go see some reggae? |
Starts at 8 and plays through to sunrise the next day» |
So 9 o’clock sees me heading out towards to tabernacle |
Hardcore reggae beat bring me feet out of these shackles |
Hardcore reggae DJ I Salute you, crackle crackle crackle |
Crackle of the vinyl, now I’m high, now a spectacular night ahead |
I met a Mexican called Juan (There's a party on the hill would you like to come? |
Yeah (And bring a bottle of rum) |
Can’t afford it, but I bought it |
Right then I sung |
It’s nights like these that you know that your alive |
Nights like these that you know that you got fire |
Nights like these when you don’t have to try |
Fall in love and kiss and smile from every girl walking by |
I’m alive, I’m alive, I’m alive, I’m alive |
And my eyes want to cry cause the night and the sky |
Is so high and my life is sublime and it’s mine and it’s time |
(It's now time) |
It’s days like these that make us happy |
Like a puppy getting lucky with Lassie |
Hassle-free hours passing by with that beat (One, two) |
Singing «days like these» kicking back, just doing what we do |
Woah, woah, woah |
And dirty hands, I like them see |
They make the music that we play sound oh so sweet |
And my mother always made me eat broccoli |
And now look at me, I’m as strong as can be |
So put some spice in my sauce, honey in my tea |
An ace up my sleeve and a slinky plan b |
And most importantly, my mad family |
That made me lucky and for that I’ll sing about days like these |