Slow Club Summer Shakedown
I'm looking for someone with hands
I'm looking for someone with hands
To hold and to squeeze
But not my little finger please
Cos I lost it to lowly thug
Now I'm looking for someone with binoculars
So I, Don't have to get so close
Because thats where the most
Casualties arise
Angels will decide
Angels, oh they will shine
And the eyes of your opponents
May they fall to the floor
You win the battle
You get you're rattle
The trophy of gold
Now I'm waiting for someone to scream
(Ahhh!)
I'm waiting for someone to scream
And break all the windows
The buildings fall down
I'm on the road but I'm comfy at least
And now I need someone with space
To dig me out the mess that I've made
And bring me back to life
With a flash of blue light
My life was flat but now it's been raised
Angels will decide
Angels, oh they will shine
And the eyes of your opponents
May they fall to the floor
You win the battle
You get you're rattle
Strap up the saddle
And push the cattle
Oh-Oh-Oh-Oh...
Don't say yes unless you mean it
Ride the crest for all to see it
Hold your hands up and believe it
And shake it til you can't take it no more
Oh-Oh-Oh-Oh
Shake it!
Oh-Oh-Oh-Oh
Shake it!
Oh-Oh-Oh-Oh
Shake it!
