What we want

There i was just walking along my head was in the clouds
lost in thinking Cliperty Clop, my heals tapped on the ground hummin
ooohhh do .....Where was i ahh
There is was just walking along, gathered my thoughts and things
some seems to get in my way, the games will now begin
Get out my way, fellas, don't you touch my hand, make way for a mighty man.

So it seems whereever you go, out into the crowed
Eyes will wonder up and below as if i should feel proud
grace me with your presents my lord, your coat tophat and crown
Puffed up like a peacock you are i hear the same old sound
Get out my way, fellas,
Get out my way, fellas,
Get out my way, fellas,
don't you touch my hand, make way for a mighty man.

I'm real up of all of you
No & yes
will you won't you
silly silly
I just don't care

So boys don't take to heat, this is just a song
but do remember from the start some times we'll play along
no chat expensive cars, just a friendly tounge
Sweet talk real piece of you that is what we want