(Feels Like...) Ringo Songtext
von Custard

I feel like Ringo
And it′s rippin' my eyes out
And I feel like Ringo
Shimmy to the left
Shimmy to the right

I′ve made up a list
That lives in my mind
Of everyone helpful
And everyone kind

These Fender guitars
They tune up so nice
And Greg says that
That's are not a problem

He lives in a disco
But goes home to the suburbs
Where it's simply work, girl, drugs and boys


Shimmy to the left
And shimmy to the right

I refer to this list
This list in my mind
Of everyone naughty, fucked up and unkind

Forget about rock stars
Forget about mic′s
No W-bins, no W-bins, no W-bins

I feel like Ringo
And it′s rippin' my eyes out
And I feel like Ringo
Shimmy to the left
Shimmy to the right

(R-I-N-G-O) that′s right
(R-I-N-G-O) ah, ha, ah-ha, ah-ha, ah-ha
(R-I-N-G-O) that's right
(R-I-N-G-O) ah, ha, ah-ha, ah-ha, ah-ha
(R-I-N-G-O)
(R-I-N-G-O) Here it says, go