Blur - Colin Zeal Lyrics
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Colin Zeal
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What Are The Lyrics For Colin Zeal By Blur?
Colin Zeal knows the value of mass appeal
He's a pedestrian walker, he's a civil talker He's an affable man with a plausible plan Keeps his eye on the news, keeps his future in hand (And then he) Looks at his watch, he's on time yet again Looks at his watch, he's on time yet again He's pleased with himself, he's pleased with himself He's so pleased with himself, ah ha While sitting in traffic, Colin thinks in automatic He's an immaculate dresser, he's your common aggressor Colin's the modern retard with a love of bombast Keeps his eye on the news, doesn't dwells on the past (And then he) Looks at his watch, he's on time yet again Looks at his watch, he's on time yet again He's pleased with himself, he's pleased with himself He's so pleased with himself, ah ha He's pleased with himself, he's pleased with himself He's so pleased with himself, ah ha (And then he) Looks at his watch, he's on time yet again Looks at his watch, he's on time yet again He's pleased with himself, he's pleased with himself He's so pleased with himself, ah ha He's pleased with himself, he's pleased with himself He's so pleased with himself, ah ha (He's a modern retard, he's terminal lard He's an affable man, with a carrotene tan Because Colin Zeal's ill Colin Zeal's ill Colin Zeal's ill) 'Cause Colin Zeal knows |
Who Wrote Colin Zeal By Blur?
Steven Alexander James, David Rowntree, Damon Albarn, Graham Coxon
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