Hot Chip - A-B-C [*] Lyrics
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A-B-C [*]
A-B-C [*] Lyrics |
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What Are The Lyrics For A-B-C [*] By Hot Chip?
[Repeat: x2]
Everybody's whistling the Hot Chip sound (Oh!) People hear the beat and then their bodies move around (Oh!) When the ground is shaking then you know you felt the bass (Oh!) Then the singer starts the thing proceeds to wreck the place (Oh!) Oh! Oh! Oh! Oh! Oh! Oh! [Repeat: x2] I don't, I don't know the deeds to bring their goods to me. I know we have got the goods to bring them to their knees [Repeat: x2] And when I call it's not a plea that I make, I do proclaim. I love the hollowness and change, I do proclaim [Repeat: x2] Everybody's whistling the Hot Chip sound (Oh!) People hear the beat and then their bodies move around (Oh!) When the ground is shaking then you know you you felt the bass (Oh!) Then the singer starts the thing proceeds to wreck the place (Oh!) Making tracks is like A-B-C, picking up awards like 1 2 3. Lex is singing like do re mi, keep on lookin' but you can't see me Lex is singing like do re mi, keep on lookin' but you can't see me Lex is singing like do re mi, keep on lookin' but you can't see me Lex is singing like do re mi, keep on lookin' but you can't see me Lex is singing like do re mi, keep on lookin' but you can't see me Lex is singing like do re mi, keep on lookin' but you can't see me |
Who Wrote A-B-C [*] By Hot Chip?
Joseph Goddard, Alexis Benjamin Taylor
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What's The Duration Of The A-B-C [*] By Hot Chip?The duration of A-B-C [*] is 4:33 minutes and seconds. |
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