Lyrics The Maccabees

The Maccabees

Seventeen Hands

Call out the soft sound

The four letter word that you found

Call it out

Call out the soft sound

And make it round

Everyone together

Hell for leather over good ground

All caught up and love struck

All caught up in love struck hands, struck hands

You're all caught up and love struck

Never seem to get enough

And everything you wanted

Gonna get it go aesthetic go

Hold out your left one

The number three finger from your thumb

And put it on, put it on the left one

And lay it down one upon the other

As a measure of the way it stands

All caught up and love struck

All caught up in love struck hands, struck hands

You're all caught up and mud stuck

Money made on good luck

And everything you wanted

Gonna get it go aesthetic go

So call out you're all fired up

You're all fired up

Call it out

Call out you're all fired up

You're all fired up

Call it out

Call out if you're love struck

All caught up with love struck hands around

Call out, you found it out

Cos you always would set it up

Only to let up

Hey, hey those are silver hairs

On your father's chin

And on your mother's head

Hey, hey those are still laughter lines

On your father's brow

And round your mother's eyes.