Do Re Mi
Come all ye rolling minstrels
And grab y'r sticks and strings
Shut the engines
Feel the joy it brings
When the sounds do pearce your ears
It isn't hard to see
That every day looks darker if
You ain't got do-re-mi
You may be a rich fuck
You may be high on dope
You can wish for good luck
Without notes no hope
Every soul, acces for all
That natural extacy
And every day looks darker if
You ain't got do-re-mi
Soon, The man comes along
We'll be drinking and dining
Maybe I'll sing him a song
I just wanna do my
Wanna do my
Do re mi
Copyright © 2007 Zwaardvis / Talpa Publishing
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