The circus is coming to see you . The elephant smiles. Ev’rybody can hear you say that’s out of style. My brother is friendly for reasons, if I am the same. Just for four hundred seasons we all live in rain.
So I laugh in your face. Your only one race. Yes I laugh in your face and I’m right. You lie just like the rest. But there’s nobody best. So I laugh in your face and I’m right.
I’ll pull out your plug so your small. You’ll slide down the drain . On the steps of St. Peter’s you all look the same.
So I laugh in your face. Your only one race. Yes I laugh in your face and I’m right. You lie just like the rest . But there’s nobody best. So I laugh in your face and I’m right.
The circus is coming to see you . The elephant smiles. Ev’rybody can hear you say that’s out of style. So I laugh in your face. You’re only one race. Yes I laugh in your face and I’m right. You lie just like the rest. But there’s nobody best. So I laugh in your face and I’m right.
Compositores: Barry Alan Crompton Gibb (Barry Gibb) (PRS), Maurice Ernest Gibb (Maurice Gibb) (PRS), Robin Hugh Gibb (Robin Gibb) (PRS)Editores: Crompton Songs (BMI), Redbreast Publishing Ltd., Universal Music Publ International Mgb Ltd (PRS)Publicado em 1969ECAD verificado obra #17959050 e fonograma #2379380 em 04/Abr/2024 com dados da UBEM