Fee Fi Songtext
von Young Fathers

So you think you gonna run
Fee fi fo fum
Oh, you think you gonna beat the drum (Oh shit)
Fee fi fo fum
Don′t you know I got a gun?
Fee fi fo fum
Sent a man to make you numb
Fee fi fo fum

I really need to fly, it's right there for you
It′s right there for you
It's right there for you
It's right there for you


He said
Nice set of knives, give me a slice
I like your flesh, I know what′s best
You can be my only guest
Dressed in Sunday′s best
He said
Nice set of knives, give me a slice
I like your flesh, I know what's best
You can be my cause of death
Dressed in Sunday′s best

He said
He said
Nice set of knives
Give me a slice, I like your flesh

I really need to fly, it's right there for you
It′s right there for you
It's right there for you
It′s right there for you
It's right there for you
It's right there for you
It′s right there for you
It′s right there for you

It's all there for you
It′s all there for you


Hey, hey, how you doing today
Look into my eyes and your eyes turn grey
No way, Jose, all talk, no say
End of the week, we gonna get paid
It's a halle fucking lujah
How we gonna do ya
Good good, well for goodness sake
Seen it in your face and your hair turned grey
Good evening, good night, good day, they say

Hey, hey, how you doing today
Look into my eyes and your eyes turn grey
No way, Jose, all talk, no say
End of the week, we gonna get paid
It′s a halle fucking lujah
How we gonna do ya
Good good, well for goodness sake
Seen it in your face and your hair turned grey
Good evening, good night, good day, they say