Elvis Costello - Please Mr. Kennedy Lyrics
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Please Mr. Kennedy
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What Are The Lyrics For Please Mr. Kennedy By Elvis Costello?
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Please Mr. Kennedy (Uh oh!) I don't wanna go (please don't shoot me into outer space) P-P-Please Mr. Kennedy (Uh oh!) I don't wanna go (please don't shoot me into outer space) I sweat when they stuff me in the pressure suits Bubble helmet, Flash Gordon boots Nowhere up there in gravity zero (outer, space) I need to breathe, don't need to be a hero (outer, space) Are you reading me loud and clear? Oh! Please Mr. Kennedy (Uh oh!) I don't wanna go (please don't shoot me into outer space) P-P-Please Mr. Kennedy (Uh oh!) I don't wanna go (please don't shoot me into outer space) I'm six-foot two, and so perhaps you'll Tell me how to fit into a five foot capsule I won't be known as man of the century If I burn up upon reentry Gotta red-blooded wife with a healthy libido You'll lose her vote if you make her a widow And who'll play catch out in the back with our kid? Oh! Please Mr. Kennedy (Uh oh!) I don't wanna go (please don't shoot me into outer space) Countdown! Oh no! Please Mr. Kennedy (Uh oh!) I don't wanna go (please don't shoot me into outer space) Please (oh please!) Please (oh please!) Please (oh please!) Please don't shoot me into outer space! Please (oh please!) Please (oh please!) Please don't shoot me into outer space! Please Mr. Kennedy! |
Who Wrote Please Mr. Kennedy By Elvis Costello?
Justin R. Timberlake, George M. Cromarty, Ed Rush, T-bone Burnett, Ethan Coen, Joel Coen
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