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the twang – cloudy room lyrics

your sat on your own, you hear the phone, your mother calls you,
you make a deal, you shake on it, but you know it’ll fall through
at the scene your nice and clean, everythings sprucy
up the bar you grab a jar, then b-mp into lipsy.

lets get some gian luca
better phone the juggler
oh you better phone the juggler

there’s no going back from here, there’s no going back from here

it’s getting late, your in a state, so you have a singsong
there sits jim, he’s sipping pimms, with the one and only tiny people,
they ring the bell, and ask politely, can i get a move on,
i play my card, cos i’m already barred, so i tell ’em “do one”

lets get some gian luca
better phone the juggler
oh you better phone the juggler

there’s no going back from here, there’s no going back from here

{instrumental}

i was straight out a cloudy bedroom,
into the cloudy club, there’s no headroom,
stood a corner sucking on a benson,
mate said two’s and i told him buy some.

dj drops another cl-ssic,
problem is they were all stood static,
danny hits the dancefloor changing the vibe,
had a little fella now he’s come alive

let your body move to the cloudy room,
let your body move to the cloudy room,
i swear your girl is giving me the eye,
i swear that girl is giving me the eye.
there’s no time to ask the question,
no time to ask the question,
what, when how or why!
so i was straight out of one zone into another,
little bit of purpy but there aint no bother,
mines a marlon, yours a lager,
want some of what that man just sold ya,
dj drops yet another cl-ssic,
i look around now,
everybody’s havin it
base – someones seen me i cut to the door, ma body keeps rockin to the
bad da b-m
bad da b-m bo
bad da b-m
bad da b-m bo
bad da b-m bo bad da b-m bo
bap bap bap bap bap

let your body move to the cloudy room,
let your body move to the cloudy room,
i swear your girl is giving me the eye,
i swear your girl is giving me the eye.
there’s no time to ask the question,
no time to ask the question.

i swear your girl is giving me the eye,
i swear that girl is giving me the eye.
there’s no time to ask the question,
no time to ask the question.

- the twang lyrics

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