Pop Will Eat Itself

Love Missile F1-11
Woh, come on everybody Wop-bam-a-lu-bop, a-thank you ma'am US bombs crusin' overhead There goes my love rocket red Shoot it up, shoot it up Who's been sleeping in my bed? Goldilocks giving puppies, yeah Shoot it up, shoot it up Shoot it up, shoot it up My F1-11 was built to shoot it up My F1-11 is gonna shoot, shoot, shoot it up Wop-bam-a-lu-bop, a-thank you ma'am Got to shoot, got to shoot Shoot it up, shoot it up Shoot it up, shoot it up Shoot it up (Shoot it, shoot it) Shoot it up Letras de canciones(Shoot it, shoot it) Shoot it up Shoot it up (Shoot it, shoot it) Shoot it up (Shoot it, shoot it) Shoot it up Something else Something else Something else My F1-11 (She come from outer space and brought a gun with her) Was built to shoot it up (She tried to shoot the poppies but the poppies say grrr) My F1-11 (She went to the disco 'cause she wanted to rock) Is gonna shoot, shoot, shoot it up (But the guys on the floor said, "It's just poppycock") My F1-11 (She asked me could she borrow my F1-11) Was built to shoot it up (Said it's sweet, sweet pie and I took her up to heaven) My F1-11 (I did her a favor, she was down on her luck) Is gonna shoot, shoot, shoot it up, shoot it up Shoot it up (Shoot it, shoot it) Shoot it up (Shoot it, shoot it) Shoot it up Shoot it up (Shoot it, shoot it) Shoot it up (Shoot it, shoot it) Shoot it up Shoot, shoot, shoot From Letras Mania