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Ha ha ha ha ha ha ha woo!Gimme the sound and I'll make sure you're a hit sonGimme the sound of the young men plaguing the dayA come on owOh! Oh! Oh! Oh! Oh! Oh! Oh-oh-ohI can relate, did I tell you I was a DJ?I used to follow the Mondays back in the dayTell me, have you ever thought about writing in Scotland?I know a big time producer-man out in LAYou've been to college, you know the scoreThe world is waiting for that knock at the doorYou need a ticket? You need a ride?Give us a marvel, you'll have two on the sideThree car commercial, 4 on the floorJust go through last year's trash and give us some moreThings didn't work out the last time aroundbut just give us a moment and gimme the soundA come on owOh! Oh! Oh! Oh! Oh! Oh! Oh-oh-ohThis one's to measured, the one's too liteLetras de cancionesToo esoteric for a Saturday niteMaybe a cover? (Tiga you whore)Maybe we get Paul Epworth runnin' the board?It's just those tan brown creepers man how they lieIt's just those tan brown creepers trying to get inside, uh huhCome on and give it to me, all the things you want toCome on and give it to me, all the things you canCome on and give it to me, I know you want toCome on and give it to me, all the things you canCome on and give it to me, all the things you want toCome on and give it to me, all of the things you canHa ha ha ha ha ha ha woo! From Letras Mania