Lyrics

Three guitars but you make no sound
You got your audience looking ‘round
Nothing to say, no way to say it
Just a bad case of hit and miss it
So what if one day you’re in a band
With a number one hit all over this land
Ten years on, you’re a parasite
Living off a name up in coloured lights
Three guitars, but you make no sounds
You got your audience lookin’ ‘round
Nothing to say, no way to say it
I don’t know
I would like to shoot you down, ah
I would like to shoot you down ,ah
I would like to shoot you down, down, down
I would like to shoot you down, ah
I would like to shoot you down
Get down
I would like to shoot you down
Get down
Get down
Get down
Get down
Get down
Get down
Get down
Get down
Funk, get ready to go, funk get ready to roll
Funk get ready to go, leave my funk alone
Funk, get ready to go, funk get ready to roll
Funk, get ready to go, leave my funk alone
Written by: George Cheyne, Glenn Langford Roberts; Iain Edward Slater, Glenn Roberts
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