Belle Epoque - Bamalama

You blow your mind using cocaine Let me blow mine using this big chain Drugs are your scene violence is mine Nothing is clean so we broke the line Holding this chain may lock insaine While I've got beer running through my veins See how my chain flies in the air Honey you're looking at your nightmare. Bamalama Bamaloo yeah yeah Bamalama Bamaloo yeah yeah Bamalama Bamaloo yeah yeah Bamalama Bamaloo yeah yeah Taste of chains taste of violence Taste of chains taste of violence D'you feel my chain around your neck Com'on don't be such a nervous wreck . . . We'll knock you down in the back street When you don't watch where you put your feet Bamalama Bamaloo yeah yeah Bamalama Bamaloo yeah yeah Bamalama Bamaloo yeah yeah Bamalama Bamaloo yeah yeah Bamalama Bamaloo 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 down Get around get around get all upside down yeah yeah yeah yeah yeah . . . If you're lookin' for trouble man it's too late to go We'll have a little celebration that means destruction. Bamalama Bamaloo yeah yeah Bamalama Bamaloo yeah yeah Bamalama Bamaloo yeah yeah Bamalama. Bamaloo yeah yeah Good golly Miss Molly baby you're sure like a ball Good golly Miss Molly baby you're sure like a ball When you're rockin' and rollin' Com'on over baby whole lotta shapin' goin' on Com'on over baby sure you can't go wrong Com'on over whole lotta shakin' goin' on Jenny Jenny Jenny won't you come along with me Jenny Jenny Jenny won't you come along with me Know 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.