Van Morrison - Street Theory Lyrics
Come on out childWe gonna ring doorbells and runCome on out child, childWe gonna ring doorbells and runWe gonna shake up the neighbourhoodLord, were bound to have some funWe can take a plane to parisLord, we can fly to romeWe can take a plane to parisLord, we can fly to romeI get a lump in my throat every time I go back homeIm gonna go to church on sundayJust like my mama didIm gonna go to church on sundayJust like my mama didWe gonna put everything up frontcause theres nothing that we wanna keep inWe gonna put everything up frontcause theres nothing that we wanna keep inIm gonna go to church on sundayJust like my mama didIm gonna go to church on sundayJust like my mama didWe gonna put everything up frontcause theres nothing that we wanna keep inWe gonna put everything up frontcause theres nothing that we wanna keep inCome on out childWe gonna ring doorbells and runCome on out child, childWe gonna ring doorbells and runWe gonna shake up the neighbourhoodLord, were bound to have some funWe gonna shake up the neighbourhoodLord, were bound to have some funCome on out childCome on out child, childCome on out, come on out, come on out childCome on out childCome on out child, childCome on out child, childCome on out child
