There's something in the air
That wants me to beware tonight
There's
of all the girls I've known, and I've known some
until
If I should say the night is grand
Would you demand
I feel so lazy when I'm lying in the hay
sunny
come on, you sinners
hallelujah
come on, you sinners
hallelujah
come on, you sin
» More on Al Bowlly