Six More Weeks (Pick It Up) by the Groundhog Punk Ska band Punkskatawny Phils скачать в хорошем качестве

Six More Weeks (Pick It Up) by the Groundhog Punk Ska band Punkskatawny Phils

SIX MORE WEEKS (PICK IT UP) by PUNKSKATAWNY PHILS from the album MOON OVER PUNXSUTAWNEY Lyrics: Alright alright alright Wake up Pennsylvania Is he coming out or what Alarm clock screaming February blues Cold coffee breath and yesterday’s news Crowd’s got cameras, mayor’s got a grin Everybody betting on the weather again I crawl out slow like I’m late for work Flashbulbs pop and the crowd goes berserk I didn’t ask for prophecy I just wanted six more minutes of sleep They say, “Phil, tell us what you see” I say, “Man, I just live underground, leave me be” No shadow, no problem, pick it up pick it up Six more weeks, yeah we’re freezing our butts Everybody screaming like it’s destiny But I’m just a groundhog in a ska punk band, see No shadow, no problem, pick it up pick it up Sun or snow, man I don’t give a what You want the future, you want it today I say check back next year, same song, same day Ba da ba ba Ba da ba ba ba ba Ba da ba ba HEY Top hat tilted, sunglasses on Somebody’s yelling, “Play the Reel Big song!” Kids in checkerboard losing their minds Grandma skanking like it’s ninety nine History channel calling my phone Asking deep questions I don’t even know Shadow science, national pride I just point at the ground and let the trombone slide If I had a dollar for every scream I’d buy a jacket that’s actually warm, you know what I mean No shadow, no problem, pick it up pick it up Six more weeks, yeah we’re freezing our butts Everybody screaming like it’s destiny But I’m just a groundhog in a ska punk band, see No shadow, no problem, pick it up pick it up Sun or snow, man I don’t give a what You want the future, you want it today I say check back next year, same song, same day They build a holiday Around one guess I make Snow boots, news crews, hot takes Man this town really loves tradition Even if it never listens Six more weeks (GROUND! THAT’S MY LIFE!) Early spring GROUND! THAT’S MY LIFE!) Underground (GROUND! THAT’S MY LIFE!) Pick it up, Pick it up, Pick it up! No shadow, no problem, pick it up pick it up Six more weeks, throw your hands up If the future’s written then it’s written in chalk Washes away with the first thawed sidewalk No shadow, no problem, pick it up pick it up Same damn speech but we still show up See you next year, same hat, same thrill We’re the Punkskatawny Phils and we always will Alright everybody go home It’s cold We’ll let you know how it turns out next year Horns blast! Crowd skanks! Phil disappears underground!