Flavio - Shotgun Lyrics
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Shotgun
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What Are The Lyrics For Shotgun By Flavio?
Homegrown Alligator, See You Later
Gotta Hit The Road, Gotta Hit The Road The Sun It Changed In The Atmosphere Architecture Unfamiliar I Can Get Used To This Time Flies By In The Yellow And Green Stick Around And You'll See What I Mean There's A Mountaintop That I'm Dreaming Of If You Need Me You Know Were I'll Be I'll Be Riding Shotgun Underneath The Hot Sun Feeling Like A Someone I'll Be Riding Shotgun Underneath The Hot Sun Feeling Like A Someone The South Of The Equator, Navigate It Gotta Hit The Road, Gotta Hit The Road Deep-Sea Diving 'Round The Clock, Bikini Bottoms, Lager Tops I Could Get Used To This Time Flies By In The Yellow And Green Stick Around And You'll See What I Mean There's A Mountaintop That I'm Dreaming Of If You Need Me You Know Were I'll Be I'll Be Riding Shotgun Underneath The Hot Sun Feeling Like A Someone I'll Be Riding Shotgun Underneath The Hot Sun Feeling Like A Someone We Got Two In The Front Two In The Back Sailing Along And We Don't Look Back Time Flies By In The Yellow And Green Stick Around And You'll See What I Mean I'll Be Riding Shotgun Underneath The Hot Sun Feeling Like A Someone I'll Be Riding Shotgun Underneath The Hot Sun Feeling Like A Someone |
Who Wrote Shotgun By Flavio?
Frederick John Philip Gibson, George Ezra Barnett, Joel Laslett Pott
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What's The Duration Of The Shotgun By Flavio?The duration of Shotgun is 2:39 minutes and seconds. |
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