Paul Songtext
von Gilla Band

Better not ask our bleached moustache
Has given us a rash
Nice Ronny anyway

It′s here but it's not
Our nylon locks
Like corn on a gob
Stuck in our gap anyway

Whiskering sweet nothings sugar free
It′s all we can see
Tache of the day anyway

Again again
She's a gent give her a call
My daughter Paul

Again again
She's a gent give her a call
My daughter Paul

Better not ask our bleached moustache
Has given us a rash
Nice Ronny anyway


It′s here but it′s not
Our nylon locks
Like corn on a gob
Stuck in your gap and I won't

′I want, I want'
You made a pamphlet out of bread that we digest

Instead, Instead
You make a homemade 3 in 1
Cause it looks fresh′

'It′s best to look fresh'
Then lean on now like a full bus that's back to school

It′s all got old
To narrate silent ads with food in your mouth

Daddy long legs
Put his shoes back on and pissed with the seat down

Got pinched to death
Lost my cheekbones and jumpers for goal posts

Over the shop
Nurse a proceeding hairline with a nice hat

Edge of the seat Face/Off
Odds at Lee Evans
Think it′s the seventh time I saw


Smidge of smug smig sange
Almost a funny dance
If I got the chance I would

Casually clean around
She walks through my house
Laughing at it now

And now I'm so surprised
She pulled them tight
And said that
Mighty Munch are the crust of Meanies

Now she′s strictly-full
Intangible
How many bulbs does it take to screw a light in

Now he pats her lap
Turns on her lamp
He's best mates with her dad dad daaaa

It′s all got old
To narrate silent ads with food in your mouth

Daddy long legs
Put his shoes back on and pissed with the seat down

Got pinched to death
Lost my cheekbones and jumpers for goal posts

Over the shop
Nurse a proceeding hairline with a hat