作曲 : John Lawler & Gordon McRory & Barry Wallace How can the things she said all possibly be true? That everything I ever got I give to you Is this a bam up? Oh cause this is sick you know You know I’ll break your fingers then I’ll break your toes Y’know my dealer takes me everywhere he goes He got a pure white tan Yes he’s my every man Don’t make me sink my teeth into your bloody nose I met her, there on the backseat Oh oh oh oh oh On the backseat Oh oh oh oh oh On the backseat Oh oh oh Oh oh oh He said you’ve been stealing my best moves now for days I could’ve killed you in so many different ways But you’re so funny and I kinda like your band I hate these cunts from London they don’t try enough They think they’re mental cause they’ve tried harder stuff But they’re just rich kids yes, all in a ****** mess I tried to kiss her but she’s lookin pretty rough I met her, there on the backseat Oh oh oh oh oh On the backseat Oh oh oh oh oh On the backseat Oh oh oh Oh oh oh Oh my dearest won't you let us Be my nearest don’t forget us Lye, la, la, lye Ella said you’d gladly give us Everything but wont forgive us Lye, la, la, lye La, la, lye La, la, lye I met her, there on the backseat Oh oh oh oh oh On the backseat Oh oh oh oh oh On the backseat Oh oh oh There on the backseat I met her, there on the backseat Oh oh oh oh oh On the backseat Oh oh oh oh oh On the backseat
作曲 : John Lawler & Gordon McRory & Barry Wallace How can the things she said all possibly be true? That everything I ever got I give to you Is this a bam up? Oh cause this is sick you know You know I’ll break your fingers then I’ll break your toes Y’know my dealer takes me everywhere he goes He got a pure white tan Yes he’s my every man Don’t make me sink my teeth into your bloody nose I met her, there on the backseat Oh oh oh oh oh On the backseat Oh oh oh oh oh On the backseat Oh oh oh Oh oh oh He said you’ve been stealing my best moves now for days I could’ve killed you in so many different ways But you’re so funny and I kinda like your band I hate these cunts from London they don’t try enough They think they’re mental cause they’ve tried harder stuff But they’re just rich kids yes, all in a ****** mess I tried to kiss her but she’s lookin pretty rough I met her, there on the backseat Oh oh oh oh oh On the backseat Oh oh oh oh oh On the backseat Oh oh oh Oh oh oh Oh my dearest won't you let us Be my nearest don’t forget us Lye, la, la, lye Ella said you’d gladly give us Everything but wont forgive us Lye, la, la, lye La, la, lye La, la, lye I met her, there on the backseat Oh oh oh oh oh On the backseat Oh oh oh oh oh On the backseat Oh oh oh There on the backseat I met her, there on the backseat Oh oh oh oh oh On the backseat Oh oh oh oh oh On the backseat
