Fake Moustache Songtext
von The Trouble With Sweeney

I said, "Yeah, yeah, yeah
Yeah, hey, yeah, ooh yeah, yeah
Yeah"

Shake out your sweater
And bandy about the winter′s news
No one has got anything that I could steal

Just 'cause I′m such a bad thief don't mean
I don't know when the feeling′s real
No one has got anything that I could steal

I said, "Yeah, yeah, yeah
Oh I′ve got a cartload of worry and the rumors
They all are true
No, no, officer, we don't live here
We just come here when the evening′s through"


No one has got anything that I could steal
I said, "Yeah, yeah, yeah hey, yeah
Ooh yeah, yeah, yeah"

Well, there's no decision to make
If you′re saying we're lovers
Than we are lovers
Quite staring at me, you′re such a flake

We used to be the kind of people who chafed
At the word 'Lovers' and there′s no way to know
There′s no way to know
There's no way, there′s no way to no one has got
Anything that I could steal

I said, "Yeah, yeah, yeah
Yeah hey, yeah
Ooh yeah, yeah, yeah"
I said, "Ooh la la, ooh la la"

No one has got it