Enter he with paperweight A kinky old man named Jane-Be-Late He said, "Son, don't drag me, Drag me down, Down to the ground."
Now when he works he blazes trails Of fine-toothed combs and ponytails He said, "Son, don't drag me, Drag me down, Down To the ground."
Son, don't drag me, Drag me down, down Son, don't drag me, Drag me down down to the ground
Drag me down down Drag me down down Drag me down down To the ground
Compositores: Robert Ellsworth Pollard Jr (Pollard Bob) (BMI), Tobin Sprout (Toby Sprout) (BMI)Editor: Needmore SongsECAD verificado obra #7719586 em 13/Abr/2024