E
A
B
E
E
A
B
E
Home grown, rock to the rhythm, and bop to the beat of the radio
A
B
E
You ain’t got the slang but you got the face to play the role
A
B
E
You can play with me
E
A
B
E
And all the bros, try for the courage and try for charity’s tight clothes
A
B
E
She got a hat and all he has is his asshole
A
B
E
She’ll be a’ boppin to me
E
A
B
E
And her hair-do, he knows the lipstick kisses, oh yeah that’s the right move
A
B
E
Make me feel like I’m the one who moves you
A
B
E
The only one you see
E
A
B
E
Now take me down, don’t you let those tears quench the thirsty ground
A
B
E
Don’t you be so scared that you can’t make a sound
A
B
E
Make a sound for me
E
A
B
E
All of London sings, cause England’s swings and they sure love the tales I bring
A
B
E
You know the rainy days they ain’t so bad when you’re the king
A
B
E
The king they want to see
E
A
B
