Letra de Run Over By A Truck - Weezer
Letra de canci�n de Run Over By A Truck de Weezer lyrics
I used to sing songs at the break of the day
Zippity-doo-dah Zippity-ay
Workin� myself into a frenzy
But I don�t do that no more no way
I used like to learn how to speak in Chinese
�O-Kudasai� means �Baby, would ya please�
Conjugating verbs with the greatest of ease
But I fell down hard on my bended knees
I feel like I�ve been run over by a truck
I don�t care much about anything
I�m happy to sing
I�m lackin� the passion to do anything
I feel like I�ve been run over by a truck
I don�t care much about anything
So give me a ring
And tell me to wake up and do anything
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I used to play B-ball down at the park
Runnin� up the sideline until it got dark
Outside step-over with my right foot
Push off with the outside of my left foot
I used to chat up the girls out in the club
Lookin� for one of �em to give me some love
The show wasn�t over till the dough-boy come
Old, young, fat, dumb, I loved everyone
Grandma never was a pushover
Ain�t nobody try to step to her
She could teach a common hustler to dance in France
Till her plane came a-crashin� down
On the way to see the Cleveland Brown
She was scramblin� on fourth down
Zippity-doo-dah Zippity-ay
Workin� myself into a frenzy
But I don�t do that no more no way
I used like to learn how to speak in Chinese
�O-Kudasai� means �Baby, would ya please�
Conjugating verbs with the greatest of ease
But I fell down hard on my bended knees
I feel like I�ve been run over by a truck
I don�t care much about anything
I�m happy to sing
I�m lackin� the passion to do anything
I feel like I�ve been run over by a truck
I don�t care much about anything
So give me a ring
And tell me to wake up and do anything
https://www.coveralia.com/letras/run-over-by-a-truck-weezer.php
I used to play B-ball down at the park
Runnin� up the sideline until it got dark
Outside step-over with my right foot
Push off with the outside of my left foot
I used to chat up the girls out in the club
Lookin� for one of �em to give me some love
The show wasn�t over till the dough-boy come
Old, young, fat, dumb, I loved everyone
Grandma never was a pushover
Ain�t nobody try to step to her
She could teach a common hustler to dance in France
Till her plane came a-crashin� down
On the way to see the Cleveland Brown
She was scramblin� on fourth down