Lyrics Happy Mondays

Happy Mondays

Rush rush

I was smothering the Charlseworth full of 'Charlie'

From the number one son,

Ease it on trunk Bez,low on your feel good

Charlie,Charlie,Charlie,Charlie 'ead the ball

Next in line ,Charlie your number one son

He's on the level,if he's inclined

The son of the Devil,he wants what mine and more

He's high,high climber,not just a cling in line

He may be be brainy,his maks are yours

Guess whose keeping score?

Rush,rush to the yale

Buzz,buzz to the yale

Rush,rush to the yale

Yo,yo give me yale

He's a real sweet demon,

He's one of a kind

Watching,waiting,winking over the joker

He's running out of time

Rush,rush to the yale

Buzz,buzz to the yale

Rush,rush to the yale

Yo,yo give me yale

He's faster,fast,,faster,he's fast

He's running out of time,

Let's go back to plan one

And do that over

Rush,rush to the yale

Buzz,buzz to the yale

Rush,rush to the yale

Cut,cut to the yale

Bosh,bosh to the yale

Yo,yo give me yale

He's a real smooth demon,

He's one of a kind

Watching,waiting,winking over his shoulder

He's running out of time

Watching,waiting,winking over his shoulder

He's running out of time

Bosh,bosh to the yale

Cut,cut to the yale

Buzz,buzz to the yale

Rush,rush in the yale

Rush,rush,rush in the yale

Rush,rush,rush in the yale

Lie low in the yale