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Beck - Diskobox
Gotta get it!
Gotta get it!
Yeah-OH!
Yeah-OH!
(Plastic classic)
Can't forget my bestial
Close electric telephone (phones)
Balling like hordes!
About the Shout!
Nasty distortion, (out on my road-jump)
All my friends gout (biscuit/sixties) soul
Rocking the plastic
Taking the no no robo
Rough as a river
Cowboy now-boy
Biscuit risk it tripper hitting the wicked
Man with soul, above the road
Taking' it back for the finger-point crowd
Ooh, gotta get it, plastic classic
Totem poles in the briefcase shows
Disco-box, action!
Gotta let forget with the jazz effect
Gotta let forget with the jazz effect)
Diskobox, (so) action!
Gotta (let forget) with the jazz effect
(Gotta (let forget) with the jazz effect)
Once the whistle blows, my sucker froze
Last Saturday night, I couldn't find my (fight)
(Drinking) Whiskey an' I did not shave
Paralyzed, like he didn't have no time
(Pumping) (whimper) and round the road
A traveling man with a crooked van
Soda-pop ooh sitting like slime
Lets get (soul) an' I realized
Diskobox, (so) action!
Gotta (let forget) with the jazz effect
(Gotta (let forget) with the jazz effect)
Disco-box OH!
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