Mamadit Songtext
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Mamadit Songtext
There′s nothing like waking up early in the morning
Before the sun rise, like a bomb exploding
Quick, cheap, massive way to kill a lot of fish
So we can eat and loaf, I gotta load up this
Bomb fishing, we don't eat any worms
Bomb fishing, there′s nothing to squirm
Bomb fishing, except for those afraid
Bomb fishing, give 'em a hand grenade
If you wanna take a closer look at what's going down
Then you gotta look up and all around the town
Folks need food, and not just soap operatic
Super frantic, television boat dope goes
Bomb fishing, it′s food on the table
Bomb fishing, we′re killed 'cause we′re able
Bomb fishing, and if you're into fables Bomb fishing, Flipper′s only on cable
A long time ago, ice covered the land
And people forgot about their long intestines
They say bananas are for monkeys and vegetables are boring
But if we can't remember our diets, we′ll be snoring and going
Bomb fishing, there's nothing left to fish
Bomb fishing, not even snorkeling tourists
Bomb fishing, where can we get a meal?
Bomb fishing, we'll have to eat a hook made of steel
There′s nothing in the water
No cute little otters
We ate for a day
Bomb fishing, shall we kill another
Bay of St. Maria, Brazil?
Before the sun rise, like a bomb exploding
Quick, cheap, massive way to kill a lot of fish
So we can eat and loaf, I gotta load up this
Bomb fishing, we don't eat any worms
Bomb fishing, there′s nothing to squirm
Bomb fishing, except for those afraid
Bomb fishing, give 'em a hand grenade
If you wanna take a closer look at what's going down
Then you gotta look up and all around the town
Folks need food, and not just soap operatic
Super frantic, television boat dope goes
Bomb fishing, it′s food on the table
Bomb fishing, we′re killed 'cause we′re able
Bomb fishing, and if you're into fables Bomb fishing, Flipper′s only on cable
A long time ago, ice covered the land
And people forgot about their long intestines
They say bananas are for monkeys and vegetables are boring
But if we can't remember our diets, we′ll be snoring and going
Bomb fishing, there's nothing left to fish
Bomb fishing, not even snorkeling tourists
Bomb fishing, where can we get a meal?
Bomb fishing, we'll have to eat a hook made of steel
There′s nothing in the water
No cute little otters
We ate for a day
Bomb fishing, shall we kill another
Bay of St. Maria, Brazil?
Writer(s): Marie Dauline, Sylvie Robert Marie Nawasadio Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com

