Olive Oil
Paul Anthony Ryder, Gary Kenneth Whelan, Mark Philip Day, Paul Richard Davis, Shaun William Ryder
Each one of you, has got to look so sad boy
And what'd ya look ashamed about?
Always on downer, that just sounds like you
And you're waiting for some things to jump out of that tree
And out of hundreds, a pierce for free
I'm so green
I've got to be seen to believe
I had to ask mister fix it
Everybody on this stagecoach likes robbin' an' bashin'
Big blags abroad smoking miles and miles of hash
That's sweet
The bigger the tree the better the time
Yeah I can even see now, how you're looking for someone still
A lot more funkier, a lot more ooh
That's the way it seems, what the way you are
Just a peek in that room and a roof drops in
And said hello, goodbye and a few months later you're mine
At this rate even sooner
Still a lot more funkier, still a lot more you