Bamalama Letra

Music: Albert WeymanLyrics: Evelyne LeutonYou blow your mind using cocaineLet me blow mine using this big chainDrugs are your scene, violence is mineNothing is clean, so we broke the lineHolding this chain may lock insaineWhile I've got beer running through my veins.See how my chain flies in the airHoney you're looking at your nightmare.Bamalama, Bamabo yeah, yeahBamalama, Bamabo yeah, yeahBamalama, Bamabo yeah, yeahBamalama, Bamabo yeah, yeahTaste of chains, taste of violenceTaste of chains, taste of violenceD'you feel my chain around your neck,Com'on don't be such a nervous wreckWe'll knock you down in the back streetWhen you don't watch where you put your feetBamalama, Bamabo yeah, yeahBamalama, Bamabo yeah, yeahBamalama, Bamabo yeah, yeahBamalama, Bamabo yeah, yeahBamalama, Bamabo yeah, yeah(Hum, hum, hum, hum, you blow my mind)(Hum, hum, hum, hum, you blow my mind)(Hum, hum, hum, hum, you blow my mind)(Hum, hum, hum, hum, you blow my mind)Get around get around, get all upside downGet around get around, get all upside downyeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, ...If you're lookin' for trouble, man, it's too alte to go.We'll have a little celebration, that means destruction.Bamalama, Bamabo, yeah, yeahBamalama, Bamabo, yeah, yeahBamalama, Bamabo, yeah, yeahBamalama, Bamabo, yeah, yeahGood golly Miss Molly, baby you're sure like a ballGood golly Miss Molly, baby you're sure like a ballWhen you're rockin' and rollin'Com'on over baby, whole lotte shapin' goin' onCom'on over baby, sure you can't go wrongCom'on over, whole lotta shakin' goin' onJenny, Jenny, Jenny, won't you come along with meJenny, Jenny, Jenny, won't you come along with meKnow that I love you, won t you come along with me ...Taste of chains, taste of violence,Taste of chains, taste of violence,Taste of chains, taste of violence.(c) 1977 by Prima Linea, Rom