Lyrics
One, two
One, two, three, what
Dreamin', on a Sunday afternoon
I've got the best part of the day up my sleeve
Sadly, it will all be over soon
I've got to get back to the place
And keep, keep up appearances
Red bellied
Red bellied
Dodgin'
Dodgin' out of view
I feel like ducking for cover in my sleep
Handball
I handball it to you
I've had enough of experience
Can't work with these ingredients
Red bellied
I've got a red bellied black snake
In my mind
And I'd like to invite you
But I think it might bite you
I'vе got a red bellied black snake
In my mind
Drеamin'
On a Sunday afternoon
I've got the
Best part of the day up my sleeve
I've got a red bellied black snake
In my mind
I've got a red bellied black snake
In my mind
And I'd like to invite you
But I think it might bite you
I've got a red bellied black snake
In my mind
I've got a red bellied black snake
In my mind
I've got a red bellied black snake
In my mind
Written by: The Beefs