Tied Up Too Tight: Hard-Fi
Drama. Teater. Don't fuck with us. Og ikke minst na na na na na na-kør.
Burde vært den nye Bond-sangen. No more storband eller refrenger som aldri tar av.
Straight out of West London, just like a loaded gun....
"Drive on into town
With the stereo loud
take the Great West Road out
Nothing can bring me down
You put your boots on...
You put your boots on...
And all boys and girls sing
(Na na na na na na)
Straight out of West London
(Na na na na na na)
Just like a loaded gun
(Na na na na na na)
The cognoscenti don't like us
Don't like us!
(Na na na na na na)
We'll hit the strip tonight
(Na na na na na na)
Your eyes are burning so bright
(Na na na na na na)
Can't you feel the blood rush, baby
Tied up too tight!
Wa-ah-ah-ah-ahah"
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