The Wailers - Mr. Chatter Box Lyrics
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Mr. Chatter Box
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What Are The Lyrics For Mr. Chatter Box By The Wailers?
Mr. Chatterbox how long will you live?
Always to receive but never to give Always carry news all over the place Mr. Chatterbox you are a big disgrace You teeth and you tongue a go let you down And a when them let you down we a go batter you around Bif, baf, boof, those are the blows you're gonna get Mr. Talkative, I know you will regret Mr. Chatterbox how long will you live? Always to receive but never to give Always carry news all over the place Mr. Chatterbox you are a big disgrace You teeth, teeth, teeth, and tongue, tongue, tongue a go let you down And a when them let you down we a go batter you around, hey Bif-an, baf-an, boof, those are the blows you're gonna get, hey Mr. Talkative I know you will regret Mr. Chatterbox how long will you live? Always to receive but a never to give Always carry news all over the place Mr. Chatterbox you are a big disgrace You teeth and tongue a go let you down And a when them let you down we a go batter you around Bif-an, baf-an, boof-an, that's the blows you gonna get Mr. Chatterbox, I know you will regret Ooh yeah, Mr. Chatterbox, ooh yeah Mr. Chatterbox, ooh yeah Watch him, Mr. Chatterbox |
Who Wrote Mr. Chatter Box By The Wailers?
Bob Marley, Edward Osullivan Lee
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What's The Duration Of The Mr. Chatter Box By The Wailers?The duration of Mr. Chatter Box is 2:17 minutes and seconds. |
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