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Gangster Fun - Brown Paper Bag lyrics

Artist: Gangster Fun

album: Time Flies When You're Gangster Fun


I Wanna Be Like You / C / C / G / G
/Eb/ Eb/Cm/Cm/Ab/Bb/Eb Bb/
Now I'm the king of the swingers ya'll, the jungle VIP
I've reached the top and had to stop, And that's what botherin' me
I wanna be a man not a mancub, And stroll right into town
I'm tired of being like the other men, I'm tired of foolin' around!
Oh, oobee doo, I wanna be like you
I wanna walk like you, Talk like you, too
You'll see it's true, An ape like me
Can learn to be human too
Hey, cousin Johnny, You're doin' real fine
Now here's your part of the deal, homes
Teach me the secret of man's red fire
But baby, I don't know how to make fire
Now don't try to kid me, mancub, I made a deal with you
What I desire is man's red fire, So my dreams come true
Now I got you little mancub, Clue me what to do
What I need is that man's red fire, So my dreams come true
Fire! Fire! Fire! Fire! Fire! Fire!
Oh, oobee doo, I wanna be like you
I wanna walk like you, Talk like you, too
You'll see it's true, An ape like me
Can learn to be human too
Brown Paper Bag G/A/F G/Am/C/C9
Get me a bag, A Brown paper bag
There's things I want to put inside it man
Get me a bag, A Brown paper bag
There's things I want to put inside it man
I wanna put my, drink in it
I wanna put my, juzip in it
I wanna put my, truck in it
I wanna put my, face in it
So, get me a bag, A Brown paper bag
There's things I want to put inside it man
Ya ya ya ya ya, Brown paper bag
Ya ya ya ya ya, Brown paper bag
Ya ya ya ya ya, Brown paper bag
Ya ya ya ya ya, Brown paper bag
Ya ya ya ya ya, Brown paper bag
Get me a bag, A Brown paper bag
There's things I want to put inside it man
Get me a bag, A Brown paper bag
There's things I want to put inside it man
I wanna put my, shoes in it
I wanna put my, blues
I wanna put my, love
I wanna put my, drugs
So, get me a bag, A Brown paper bag
There's things I want to put inside it man
Well you know the kind of people say they always like to brag
They buy expensive clothes and leaving on the price tag
And they driving down the street in a fancy cadillac
All the carpet in the house is a deep plush shag
I don't wanna boogie and I don't wanna nag
But I'm wiping off my table with a dirty dish rag
Everybody is saluting the American flag
Everybody is a dying from the bubonic plague
In the city, just living can become a real drag
The pollution in the air, you know it makes me wanna gag
You can beat me up and call me a fag
But I'd like to go on living with a brown paper bag.
So, get me a bag, A Brown paper bag
Ya ya ya ya ya, Brown paper bag
Ya ya ya ya ya, Brown paper bag
Ya ya ya ya ya, Brown paper bag
Ya ya ya ya ya, Brown paper bag
Ya ya ya ya ya, Brown paper bag

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