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Some "Yello" lyrics
The Race
Shout! (shout!)
Count on me I'm gonna win The Race
Count on me I'm gonna win The Race
Room-dah-bee-boom the whippering dong
Room-dah-bee-boom the whippering dong
Now shut the door keep down to south
Shut the door keep down to south
Shut the door keep down to south
Not any track is turning but The Race is in my head
I'm attacking the illusion but the stopping drives me mad
Time is running out and the illusion fades away
Time is running out another day is on its way
Another sun was shining and he knew he wasn't great
He didn't ever talk about he knew he couldn't wait
Are you ever gonna push me let me run and let me do
I need it and I'm ready and I haven't got a clue
Not any track is turning but The Race is in my head
I'm attacking the illusion but the stopping drives me mad
Fire away!
This is The Race!
Why?
Burn!
Shout!
Lies!
Give me The Race!
Another sun was shining and he knew he wasn't great
He didn't ever talk about he knew he couldn't wait
I need this race!
Are you ever gonna push me let me run and let me do
I need it and I'm ready and I haven't got a clue
Any track is turning but The Race is in my head
I'm attacking the illusion but the stopping drives me mad
Fire away!
Time is running out and the illusion fades away
Time is running out another day is on its way
This is The Race!
Good afternoon, ladies and gentlemen
This is Billy McKloski from Palm Springs reporting for NBC Sports of
America
Twenty seconds to the start of the thirty-first Formula race on a hot
sunny afternoon here in California
On the fast lane of the street I'm driving
Sometimes, somewhere, I'm arriving
Every day and every night
Why?
I need this race!
Count on me I'm gonna win The Race
Count on me I'm gonna win The Race
Room-dah-bee-boom the whippering dong
Room-dah-bee-boom the whippering dong
Shut the door keep down to south
Shut the door keep down to south
Shut the door keep down to south
Race in my head!
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3rd Of June
This is the 3rd of June, 1988
A highly unimportant day
Some airplane gliding into one of the bigger clouds over Manhattan
In a downtown far away, Mr. Toomy, our face in a crowd
The city was slow and tired
The Wall Street boys wearing their ties around their neck
like boxer's towels after a fight
Mr. Toomy stopped his pinstripe suit outside a barber shop
Looked at his face, took off his jacket and stepped on it
Who's that, what's that, what do you mean
I'll never know where I lost my dream
Who's that, what's that, gimme your name
3rd of June, end of game
No looking to the right
No looking to the left
Lenny is a target and always on track
Lenny is a target and nobody shoots
Lenny is a target lost the route
Ruins of a child's old fantasy
Ruins of a child was [?]
Lenny is a target and nobody shoots
Lenny is a target lost the route
Who's that, what's that, what do you mean
I'll never know when I lost my dream
Who's that, what's that, gimme your name
3rd of June, end of game
Mr. Toomy stopped his pinstripe suit outside a barber shop
Looked at his face
Took off his jacket
Put it on the pavement
Stepped on it
And started preaching like a monk from another world
After some minutes, he had a little crowd
Which dissappeared when a police car passed by slowly
Like rolling gloom
And Mr. Toomy throws his voice 'til he was the only one in the area
At this early night of June 3rd, 1988
Who's that, what's that, what do you mean
I'll never know when I lost my dream
Who's that, what's that, gimme your name
3rd of June, end of game
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