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Şarkı Sözleri He call us the 'jeebers' and takes us to gigs, 'cus back in the States you know, we're pretty big. But I had to be down, I could not compete, with air in my head and lead in my feet. When he came to London the saw, a midnight flit to find another bed. But back home on the beach he can do no harm, with his video collection and Charlie farm. He's a nice guy but don't mess with him, or you'll end up with a pair of concerete boots.