Crazy Beat (Jo Whiley BBC Session 17 April 2003) Songtext / Lyric

Crazy beat, crazy beat, yeah, yeah

Crazy beat, crazy beat, yeah, yeah

Crazy beat, crazy beat, yeah, yeah

Crazy beat, crazy, crazy, crazy



You got to get it together

You're shooting at me

You're just a teenage industry

Why are the C.I.A. having fun?

They think you're clever

'Cos you've blown up your lungs



But I love to hear that crazy beat

(Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah yeah)

It gets the people dancing on their feet

(Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah yeah)

And I love to live in paradise

(Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah yeah)

I love my brothers on a Saturday night, yeah






Crazy beat, crazy beat, yeah, yeah

Crazy beat, crazy beat, yeah, yeah

Break up



I'm on my mobile

I'm talkin' to the president

I'm gonna have him for the money I've spent

Tryin' to get him to party with me

I even offered him Ecstasy



But I love to hear that crazy beat

(Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah yeah)

It gets the people dancing on their feet

(Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah yeah)

And I love to live in paradise

(Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah yeah)

I love my sister and I'll love her tonight



Crazy beat, crazy beat, yeah, yeah

Crazy beat, crazy beat, yeah, yeah

Crazy beat, crazy beat, yeah, yeah

Crazy beat, crazy, crazy, crazy, crazy

Break up, it's a beat



But I love to hear that crazy beat

(Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah yeah)

It gets the people dancing on their feet

(Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah yeah)

And I love to live in paradise

(Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah yeah)

I love my brothers on a Saturday night, yeah



And I love to hear that crazy beat

(Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah yeah)

It gets the people dancing on their feet

(Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah yeah)

And I love to live in paradise

(Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah yeah)

I have a feelin' that I'll love her tonight



Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah yeah

Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah yeah

Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah yeah

Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah yeah



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