Lyrics Van Morrison

Van Morrison

Street Theory

Come on out child

We gonna ring doorbells and run

Come on out child, child

We gonna ring doorbells and run

We gonna shake up the neighborhood

Lord, we're bound to have some fun

We can take a plane to Paris

Lord, we can fly to Rome

We can take a plane to Paris

Lord, we can fly to Rome

I get a lump in my throat every time I go back home

I'm gonna go to church on Sunday

Just like my mama did

I'm gonna go to church on Sunday

Just like my mama did

We gonna put everything up front

Cause there's nothing that we want to keep in

We gonna put everything up front

Cause there's nothing that we want to keep in

I'm gonna go to church on Sunday

Just like my mama did

I'm gonna go to church on Sunday

Just like my mama did

We gonna put everything up front

Cause there's nothing that we want to keep in

We gonna put everything up front

Cause there's nothing that we want to keep in

Come on out child

We gonna ring doorbells and run

Come on out child, child

We gonna ring doorbells and run

We gonna shake up the neighborhood

Lord, we're bound to have some fun

We gonna shake up the neighborhood

Lord, we're bound to have some fun

Come on out child

Come on out child, child

Come on out, come on out, come on out child

Come on out child

Come on out child, child

Come on out child, child

Come on out child