APOLLO 440 'DUDE DESCENDING A STAIRCASE' - TIME IS RUNNING OUT Lyrics
APOLLO 440 'DUDE DESCENDING A STAIRCASE' - TIME IS RUNNING OUT Lyrics
""Gather round Love baby yeah Gather round (c'mon) Wassup baby yeah Listen up got a lot to learn Yeah Check it out Stay cool stay fly Number 1 Time is running out Number 2 Time is running out Number 3 Time is running out Number 4 Let it all hang out Give it the gas We gotta rise to it We gotta rise to it We gotta get wise to it Cos we're long gone baby You know we're gonna make it You know we're gonna shake it Time is running out Time is running out Lay it on me Rock it to me Let it all hang out Check it out man on the roof Give it the gas Love baby yeah Now you're getting yourself some oxygen Love baby yeah You ding dong daddy Hip to the tip Hipping the hop one way ticket to Flipsville You bent out of shape man Coming apart like a two bit suitcase Time is running out Time is running out Lay it on me Rock it to me Let it all hang out At last but not least We gotta rise to it We gotta get wise to it Cos we're long gone baby Time is running out Lay it on me Rock it to me Let it all hang out You hear what I'm saying Let it all hang out You gotta chill relax""
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""Gather round Love baby yeah Gather round (c'mon) Wassup baby yeah Listen up got a lot to learn Yeah Check it out Stay cool stay fly Number 1 Time is running out Number 2 Time is running out Number 3 Time is running out Number 4 Let it all hang out Give it the gas We gotta rise to it We gotta rise to it We gotta get wise to it Cos we're long gone baby You know we're gonna make it You know we're gonna shake it Time is running out Time is running out Lay it on me Rock it to me Let it all hang out Check it out man on the roof Give it the gas Love baby yeah Now you're getting yourself some oxygen Love baby yeah You ding dong daddy Hip to the tip Hipping the hop one way ticket to Flipsville You bent out of shape man Coming apart like a two bit suitcase Time is running out Time is running out Lay it on me Rock it to me Let it all hang out At last but not least We gotta rise to it We gotta get wise to it Cos we're long gone baby Time is running out Lay it on me Rock it to me Let it all hang out You hear what I'm saying Let it all hang out You gotta chill relax""
Writer: HOWARD GRAY, NORMAN FISHER-JONES, TREVOR GRAY
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Copyright: Lyrics © Reservoir Media Management, Inc.