Lyrics:
Dave Guard/Bob Shane/Nick Reynolds
Children, go where I send thee. How shall I send thee? Well, I'm gonna send you one by one, one for the little
seconds. Fifty nine cents. Fifty eight round trips. Fifty seven channels. Fifty six members. Fifty five weeks. Fifty four edges. Fifty three postcards. Fifty
Rhyme to describe you
Ba-a-by
Now I'm gonna start the count
'Cause baby you're my
1,2,3,4,
1,2,3,4,
1,2,3,4,
1,2,1,2,
1,2,3,4,
1,2,3,4,
1,2,3,4,
1,2,1
1, 2, 3, 4, come on baby say you love me
5, 6, 7 times
They tell me you're shy boy
But I want you just the same
Don't play innocent with me
by four
The little one stops to shut the door
And they all go marching down to the ground
To get out of the rain, boom!
The ants go marching
wait to tell the plug 'bout the bags I sell
Point fives for the four, got grams for the seven
After third lunch, you can catch me and Dev
Blowin' on this
green bottles, hiding in a box.
But if one green bottle
is stolen by a fox!
Hey!
There'll be 1, 2, 3, 4, 5, 6, 7!
Seven green bottles, hiding in a box!
one in the challenger
Seven, four-eight, 23rd on the calendar
My word verses, burst raps you rap nervous
It's worthless, you get smashed up,
on the leading edge of life
(T-minus twenty-seven seconds
We applaud for redundant sequencers start
T-minus twenty seconds and counting
T-minus fifteen,
on the leading edge of life
(T-minus twenty-seven seconds
We applaud for redundant sequencers start
T-minus twenty seconds and counting
T-minus fifteen,
yo, yo
Fuck my career for a second (mmm)
Eighteen, I was on seven (mmm)
Seventeen, six in the Wesson (mhm)
One, two, six, I'll chef him (what?)
Now I can understand where they are coming from
For a second there they thought that I was dumb
Now that they aware they begging for a crumb
They
Seven-four-four-tre back to back
I sent two fools back to their lizzack
See now I'm off to the graveyard shift
And I gots ta pay my dues to make my grip
But I
Eight maids a milking, seven swans a swimming,
Six geese a laying, five golden rings
Four calling birds, three french hens
Two turtle doves
four-pound (uhh)
And bust like four rounds, kick the door down
Get yo' ass up outta town nigga, uhh, uhh
(Five by five) Niggaz connive, I thought you knew
the dooch powder
Summer's Eve, I drop degrees chill
Come four by four, lose one like Dru Hill
Stay fly till you air sick, now that's ill
Two choices,
Come four by four, lose one like Dru Hill
Stay fly 'til you air sick, now that's ill
Two choices, either squeeze or peel, now that's real
What
marching four by four,
The little one stops to shut the door
cnd they all go marching down to the ground
To get out of the rain, BOOM! BOOM! BOOM!
Five
Pt 1
On and on, on and on, on and on, on and on
On and on, on and on, on and on, yo
It goes on and on and on
All around the clock
2-4-7 like
more seconds it's about to be 10
Like the 10 fingers that I have on my hand
It goes
1 2 3 4 5 6 7 8 9 10 11 and 12
13 14 15 16 17 18 19 20
Who knew I
five, forty six, forty seven
Forty eight, forty nine,
forty nine, point one, forty nine, point two, forty nine, point three
Forty nine, point four,
forty
7 uh huh
Exit 7 where we stay
Marbach where we lay
Exit 7 Exit 7 Exit 7 uh huh
Exit 7 Exit 7 Exit 7 uh huh
One two three four five, six seven
That'll
24/7 I've been working overtime
Ain't got that much to show for it
Still had to sell my soul for it
Just to get by
24/7 I've been working overtime
your eyes
So much passion burns inside
But if you need some coaxing
I will do it
Step by step there's nothing to it
1-2-3-4 come on baby say
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