Na Na Na Na Naa
Na Na Na Na Naa
Na Na Na Na Naa
Na Na Na Na Naa
It does not move me it does not get me going at all
Na Na Na Na Naa
Na Na Na Na Naa
It does not shift me it's not the kind of thing that I like
Na Na Na Na Naa
Na Na Na Na Naa
It does not move me it's not the kind of thing that I like
Na Na Na Na Naa
Na Na Na Na Naa
She does not listen she's too wrapped up with all of her things
Na Na Na Na Naa
Na Na Na Na Naa
This does not get to me 'cos she's not the kind of girl that I like
Na Na Na Na Naa
Na Na Na Na Naa
She does not move me she's not the kind of girl that I like
Na Na Na Na Naa
Na Na Na Na Naa
It does not move me it's not the kind of thing that I like
Na Na Na Na Naa
Na Na Na Na Naa
Na Na Na Na Naa
Na Na Na Na Naa
It does not move me (it does not move me) it does not get me going at all
Na Na Na Na Naa
Na Na Na Na Naa
It does not shift me (it does not shift me) it's not the kind of thing that I like
Na Na Na Na Naa
Na Na Na Na Naa
It does not move me it's not the kind of thing that I like
Na Na Na Na Naa
Na Na Na Na Naa
Originally posted by Scottie
Na Na Na Na Naa
Na Na Na Na Naa
Na Na Na Na Naa
Na Na Na Na Naa
It does not move me it does not get me going at all
Na Na Na Na Naa
Na Na Na Na Naa
It does not shift me it's not the kind of thing that I like
Na Na Na Na Naa
Na Na Na Na Naa
It does not move me it's not the kind of thing that I like
Na Na Na Na Naa
Na Na Na Na Naa
She does not listen she's too wrapped up with all of her things
Na Na Na Na Naa
Na Na Na Na Naa
This does not get to me 'cos she's not the kind of girl that I like
Na Na Na Na Naa
Na Na Na Na Naa
She does not move me she's not the kind of girl that I like
Na Na Na Na Naa
Na Na Na Na Naa
It does not move me it's not the kind of thing that I like
Na Na Na Na Naa
Na Na Na Na Naa
Na Na Na Na Naa
Na Na Na Na Naa
It does not move me (it does not move me) it does not get me going at all
Na Na Na Na Naa
Na Na Na Na Naa
It does not shift me (it does not shift me) it's not the kind of thing that I like
Na Na Na Na Naa
Na Na Na Na Naa
It does not move me it's not the kind of thing that I like
Na Na Na Na Naa
Na Na Na Na Naa
is that a good song?
opened my eyes
While you were kissing me once more than once
And you looked as sincere as a dog
Just as sincere as a dog does,
When it's the food on your lips with which it's in love
I bet you could never tell
That I knew you didn't know me that well
It is my fault you see
You never learned that much from me
Oh you silly stupid pastime of mine
You were always good for a rhyme
And from the first, to the last time, the signs
Said 'Stop' - but we went on whole-hearted
It ended bad, but I love what we started
They said 'Stop' - but we went on whole-hearted
It ended bad, but I love what we started
I took off my glasses
While you were yelling at me once more than once
So as not to see you see me react
Should've put 'em, should've put 'em on again
So I could see you see me sincerely yelling back
I bet your fortressed face
Belied your fort of lace
It is by the grace of me
You never learned what I could see
Oh you silly stupid pastime of mine
You were always good for a rhyme
And from the first to all the last times, all the signs
Said 'Stop' - but we went on whole-hearted
It ended bad, but I love what we started
They said 'Stop' - but we went on whole-hearted
It ended bad, but I love what we started
Stop making the eyes at me; I’ll stop making the eyes at you
What it is that surprises me, Is that I don't really want you to
When your shoulders are frozen (cold in the night)
Oh but you're an explosion (you're dynamite)
Your name isn't Rio, but I don't care for sand
And lighting the fuse might result in a bang, ba-ba bang go
I bet that you look good on the dance floor
I don't know if you’re looking for romance or...
I don't know what you’re looking for
Well I bet that you look good on the dance floor
Dancing to electro-pop like a robot from 1984, from 1984
I wish you'd stop ignoring me, because you're sending me to despair
Without a sound yeah you’re calling me, and I don't think it's very fair
That your shoulders are frozen (cold in the night)
Oh but you’re an explosion (you're dynamite)
Your name isn't Rio, but I don't care for sand
And lighting the fuse might result in a bang, ba-ba bang go
I bet that you look good on the dance floor
I don't know if you’re looking for romance or...
I don't know what you’re looking for
Well I bet that you look good on the dance floor
Dancing to electro-pop like a robot from 1984, from 1984
Oh there ain't no love
No Montagues or Capulets
We're just banging tunes and DJ sets and
Dirty dance floors and dreams of naughtiness
Well I bet that you look good on the dance floor
I don't know if you’re looking for romance or...
I don't know what you’re looking for
I said that I bet that you look good on the dance floor
Dancing to electro-pop like a robot from 1984, from 1984
Fake tales of San Francisco echo through the room,
More point to a wedding disco without a bride or groom,
and there's a supercool band yeah with their trilbys and their glasses of white wine,
And all the weekend rockstars are in the toilets practising their lines.
I don't want to hear you kick me out, kick me out,
I don't want to hear you no kick me out, kick me out,
I don't want to hear you kick me out, kick me out,
I don't want to hear you
I don't want to hear your
Fake tales of San Francisco echo through the air,
There's a few bored faces at the back all wishing they weren't there,
And as the microphone squeaks a young girl's telephone beeps,
Yeah she's dashing for the exit,
Oh she's running for the streets outside,
Oh you saved me' she screams down the line,
"The band weren't very good and I'm not having a nice time"
I don't want to hear you kick me out, kick me out,
I don't want to hear you no kick me out, kick me out,
and oh his bird thinks it's amazing, oh so all that's left,
Is the proof that love's not only blind but deaf.
He talks of San Francisco he's from Hunters Bar,
I don't quite know the distance, but I'm sure that's far,
Yeah, I'm sure that's pretty far.
And yeah, I'd love to tell you all my problems,
You're not from New York City you're from Rotherham,
So get off the bandwagon and put down the handbook,
Yeah yeah yeah yeah!
Get off the bandwagon and put down the handbook,
Get off the bandwagon and put down the handbook,
Get off the bandwagon and put down the handbook,
Get off the bandwagon and put down the handbook,
Yeah
Originally posted by bigbran
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=x89XKcv_RB4
Originally posted by Morning_Glory
This is the new song from kasabian
IT F*CKIN ROCKS!!!!!!!!!!!!!!