Fatboy Slim – Weapon of Choice – 2001

Paroles

‘Fore they catch ya chainsmokin’ (Word)
‘Fore they catch ya chainsmokin’ (Word)
‘Fore they catch ya chainsmokin’ (Word)
‘Fore they catch ya chainsmokin’ (Word)

‘Fore they catch ya chainsmokin’ (Word)
‘Fore they catch ya chainsmokin’ (Word)
‘Fore they catch ya chainsmokin’ (Word)
‘Fore they catch ya chainsmokin’ (Word)

‘Fore they catch ya, ‘fore they catch ya
‘Fore they catch ya, ‘fore they catch ya
‘Fore they catch ya, ‘fore they catch ya
‘Fore they catch ya, ‘fore they catch ya

Don’t be shocked by tone of my voice
Check out my new weapon, weapon of choice
Don’t be shocked by tone of my voice
Check out my new weapon, weapon of choice, yeah

Listen to the sound of my voice (aah)
You can check it on out, it’s the weapon of choice, yeah

Don’t be shocked by the tone of my voice (aah)
It’s the new weapon, the weapon of choice

You can blow with this
Or you can blow with that
You can blow with this
Or you can blow with that
Or you can blow with this
Or you can blow with that
Or you can blow with us

You can blow with this
Or you can blow with that
You can blow with this
Or you can blow with that
You can blow with

Walk without rhythm, it won’t attract the worm
Walk without rhythm, and it won’t attract the worm
Walk without rhythm, and it won’t attract the worm
If you walk without rhythm (uh), you never learn

Don’t be shocked by the tone of my voice
Check out my new weapon, weapon of choice

Don’t be shocked by the tone of my voice
Check out my new weapon, weapon of choice

Before they catch ya chainsmokin’
(Can’t forget to load it)
Before they catch ya chainsmokin’
(Can’t forget to load it)
Before they catch ya chainsmokin’
(Can’t forget to load it)
Before they catch ya chainsmokin’

You can blow with this
You can blow with that
You can blow with this
Or you can blow with that
Or you can blow with this
Or you can blow with that
Or you can blow with us

You can blow with this
You can blow with that
You can blow with this
Or you can blow with that
Or you can blow with…

Organically grown
Through the hemisphere, I roam
To make love to the angels of light, yeah
And my girl
I guess you just don’t understand
It’s gone beyond bein’ a man
As I drift off into the night

I’m in flight
She’s a Boy Scout, no doubt
But I’m gonna hold my cool
‘Cause the music rules, yeah
So groove on, baby
Check it out

Halfway between the gutter and the stars, yeah
Halfway between the gutter and the stars, yeah

You can blow with this
Or you can blow with that
You can blow with this
Or you can blow with that
Or you can blow with this
Or you can blow with that
Or you can blow with us

You can blow with this
You can blow with that
You can blow with this
Or you can blow with that
Or you can blow with