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The world is spinning too fast
I'm buying lead Nike shoe
to keep myself tethered
to the days i try to lose

My mama said now slow down
You must make your own shoes
Stop dancing to the music
of Gorillaz in a happy mood

Keeping my mild groove on

There you go!
Get the cool
Get the cool shoeshine
Get the cool
Get the cool shoeshine

There's a monkey in the jungle
Watching a vapor trail
Caught up in the conflict
Between his brain and his tail

And if time's elimination
Then we've got nothing to lose
Please repeat the message
It's the music that we choose

Keeping my groove on

Okay, bring it down, we're coming back out

Get the cool
Get the cool shoeshine
Get the cool
Get the cool shoeshine

Can't buy me love, love
Can't buy me love

I'll buy you a diamond ring my friend if it makes you feel alright
I'll get you anything my friend if it makes you feel alright
Cos I don't care too much for money, and money can't buy me love

I'll give you all I got to give if you say you'll love me too
I may not have a lot to give but what I got I'll give to you
I don't care too much for money, money can't buy me love

Can't buy me love, everybody tells me so
Can't buy me love, no no no, no

Say you don't need no diamond ring and I'll be satisfied
Tell me that you want the kind of thing that money just can't buy
I don't care too much for money, money can't buy me love
Owww

Can't buy me love, everybody tells me so
Can't buy me love, no no no, no

Say you don't need no diamond ring and I'll be satisfied
Tell me that you want the kind of thing that money just can't buy
I don't care too much for money, money can't buy me love

Can't buy me love, love
Can't buy me love

Chorus
Oh I wish I was a punk rocker with flowers in my hair
In 77 and 69 revolution was in the air
I was born too late and to a world that doesn't care
Oh I wish I was a punk rocker with flowers in my hair

When the head of state didn't play guitar,
Not everybody drove a car,
When music really mattered and when radio was king,
When accountants didn't have control
And the media couldn't buy your soul
And computers were still scary and we didn't know everything

Chorus

When popstars still remained a myth
And ignorance could still be bliss
And when God Saved the Queen she turned a whiter shade of pale
When my mom and dad were in their teens
and anarchy was still a dream
and the only way to stay in touch was a letter in the mail

Chorus

When record shops were on top
and vinyl was all that they stocked
and the super info highway was still drifting out in space
kids were wearing hand me downs,
and playing games meant kick arounds
and footballers still had long hair and dirt across their face

Chorus

I was born too late to a world that doesn't care
Oh I wish I was a punk rocker with flowers in my hair

makkik binnen makkik binnen om een lieke te beginnen
over de dinges die kik mij ammaal herinner
uit de goeien ouwen tijd
van rekenen en vlijt
een leven zonder zorgen ambitie of spijt
heelder dagen gaan sjotten
voor den donkere thuis
alleen maar wa ravotten
en t school daar kwam niks van in huis
drei keer durven was doen
maskes plagen liefde vragen
en al wa ge zegt da waarde zelf
me a broek in den helft
het was zo simpel ammaal
zo simpel ammaal
zo simpel as ik vraag het aan

kvraagetaan

er was nog gene gsm en gene vtm
en niemand die a hannibal of murdock wilde zen
rons honeymoon carolientje merlina met de parafix
en voerdes was er niks
we mochten niks mor dejen alles
urbanus was nen held
ons pa diejen oj nog haar en we telden al ons geld veur de kermis
showen in de boksauto's
outrun in plaats van onze commodore
er waren geen cd's geen mp3's
alleen mor wa cassetjes
en buurman wa doet u nu
veur ons allereerste tetjes
het was zo simpel ammaal
zo simpel ammaal
zo simpel as ik vraag het aan

kvraagetaan

derde couplet potteke potteke potteke vet
de g'ed al honderd was men eerste brevet
't songfestival jeuj later naar bed
the reflex fl-fl-fl-flex op ons tennisracket
ja jonges we zagen het groot
we wieren ammel profvoetballer of piloot
en haten was nog geen nationale sport
alleen misschient die koteletten op ons bord
bivakpotsen sponsen broekskes karbonaaien
die knielappen die z' aan ons broekskes wilden naaien
betsaksaai bettemakemaai
ik stop ermee wa is men schaai
het was zo simpel ammaal
zo simpel ammaal
zo simpel as ik vraag het aan

kvraagetaan

Let it never be said
The Romance is dead
Cause there's so little else
Occupying my head

There is nothing I need
Cept the function to breathe
But I'm not really fussed
Doesn't matter to me

Ruby, Ruby, Ruby, Ruby
Do ya, do ya, do ya, do ya
Now what ya doing, doing, doing
Ruby, Ruby, Ruby, Ruby

Due to lack of interest
Till my row is canceled
Let the clocks be reset
And the pendulums held

Cause there's nothing at all
Cept the space in-between
Finding out what you're called
And repeating your name

Ruby, Ruby, Ruby, Ruby
Do ya, do ya, do ya, do ya
Now what ya doing, doing, doing
Ruby, Ruby, Ruby, Ruby

Could it be, could it be
That you're joking with me
And you don't really see you and me [x2]

Ruby, Ruby, Ruby, Ruby
Do ya, do ya, do ya, do ya
Now what ya doing, doing, doing
Ruby, Ruby, Ruby, Ruby
Do ya, do ya, do ya, do ya
Now what ya doing, doing, doing