January Git Lyrics by Gilbert O'sullivan

January Git Lyrics

    I still believe in sunday as being a day of rest
    And maybe it's because i'm an irishman
    That i like dublin best
    Still whose who are you to tell me i'm alright fred
    But don't let that worry your son
    For when he grows up and gets blown out of here
    Have yourself a-tomic bomb
    Now introducing maisie(maisie) and on my right will be
    Both of whom are here now represented by
    Our good friend u.v.i.p.
    Whose mundane conjectural i'd recommend
    Only if you like rocking jazz
    Intermingled with an ounce of u double k
    Full of eastern raj matazz
    Close your eyes and the door don't forge-t
    If you do i take it you know what to expect

    (break)

    Still whose who are you to tell me i'm alright
    Fred but don't let that worry your son
    For when he grows up and gets blown out of here
    Have yourself a (really)
    Tour-de-force-a(yearly)
    Non-de-plume a-tomic bomb
    Feeling tired one degree under oh -
    What you need is picking up so off you go
    (get picked up you know)

    (break)

    Whose mundane conjectural i'd recommend
    Only if you like rocking jazz
    Intermingled with an ounce of u double k
    Full of eastern (promise)
    Without a doubting (thomas)
    Polynesian raj matazz

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