Degree Boy
(Thomas Kobbiah)
One day in September!
Two days in November!
Very good night
Very good night
Why?
Aren’t we in day
Why? Why? Why? Why?
Call me Fransia, call me!
‘Cause Fransia, ‘cause Francia
Francia
Degree Boy, Degree Boy
Degree Boy, Degree Boy
This the 227 Song,
Degree Boy, Degree Boy
No!
Falling in the snow
Playing dishes with a unknown
Yesterday, I’ve got.,.
Playing in the snow
It was July, summer
Why don’t we think about it?
Why? (5x) (PAUSA 5 SEGUNDOS)
Degree Boy, Degree Boy
Degree Boy, Degree Boy (yeah)
Degree Boy, Degree Boy (yeah)
Degree Boy, Degree Boy (yeah)
Why?
For many days (3x)
I waited you, so now you will…
Degree Boy, Degree Boy
Degree Boy, Degree Boy…
Now we will be forever together
We will thight up ourselfs
To a wilthness (haa)
We will ask her mother too…
Today is September
The day of the nights
Of the terrible (4x)
Degree Boy, Degree Boy… (yeah)
Careful, Careful, Careful
Degree Boy, Degree Boy… (yeah)
Care of your love..
Degree Boy (ohohohoh)
Careful, Careful, Careful!
Tomorrow we will live
Tomorrow yeah!
Degree Boy, Degree Boy!
So now forever
We will ask
And now
Forever we will
Shout
And now
Forever we will
Felina, Felina, I really test you
And now
Forever we will
Shout
And now forever we will… (yeah) (yeah)
Yes, now, yes maybe after, maybe later, OK now
We will…
Degree Boy, Degree Boy…
Care of your love
Degree Boy.. (ooooo)
Degree Boy, (yes)
Nananananananananananananananananna
Degree Boy….
We might, we might, we might
The last time
I’ve been here
Forever we wil die
We could nights (5x)
Why, so why: (2x)
Yes, why should we be?
Forever, forever
Now we will cry
For the other days
For the other knoghts
I’ll fight
I’ll eat it.
So now what we’ll do?
You need to do something…
Calling all their brothers together to a land
Undiscovered until today
So then we will cry
We find (2x)
We find a land that possible
No snow, no water
No plantation
No dation
No Nothing
No things to do
Now for the other
We’ve been here
So calling all the words
We should be a writter
A writter, a writter
Care of his love
A writter… (oh)
A writter, a writter
Care of his love
A writter… (oh)
We forever, we together
This the 227 Song Baby,
Separate it…
Degree Boy, yes….
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