TISM


Let's Club It To Death Lyrics

Excuse me, can I have this dance?
There's an ill will blowin' in my pants
My friends call me John, you can call me Breaker Morant.
Let's club it to death.

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Gimme your seal of approval
Let's club it to death.

I started the day with cereal
Now I'm feelin' kinda ethereal
It's gonna end in something venereal
Let's club it to death.

There's a tiger in my tank
There's a burglar in my bank
There's sauce on my footy frank
Let's club it to death.

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Record Label(s): 1990 Genre B Goode
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