Published 4 months ago in Alternative, in album: BUBBLE PUNK

Hu ba ba BLACK SHEEP

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Its a mix of nursery rhymes and to add that i never feel like i fit in any were or with any one because I am the black sheep. Song became along complicated recording that drove me mad.

Lyrics

Well their stranger its been neat, i’m moving on up the street,
Funny conversations we have in our sleep,never really means any thing,,

Hey their Missy aren’t you unique, I don’t love you nobody loves me,
If you ever wonder if i could sweep you off your feet,say Hu ba ba Black sheep,Hu ba ba Black Sheep,
Feeling insecure and a little off beat, hu ba ba black sheep,Hu ba ba Black sheep,
If you really truly ever really need me say, Hu ba ba Black Sheep,,,,,,.

Hey hu ba ba black sheep, have you any wool?
Oh yea marry, I have, three bags full;
One for my master and one for my dame,
And one for the little boy who lives in the lane,
Hey hu ba ba black sheep,have you any wool,,,?
(poem break)

One, two, Buckle my shoe;
Three, four, Knock at the door;
Five, six, Pick up sticks;
Seven eight, Lay them straight;
Nine, ten, A good, fat hen.

1 2 3 4 5,
I caught a hare alive,
6 7 8 9 10,
I let her go again,

(Second verse)

Well their baby,,your so sweet,
Just think about it all positively,
Stupid possibility's and silly dumb dreams,
Never ever meant any thing,,

With my little broom I sweep, sweep, sweep;
On my little toes I creep, creep, creep.
With my little eyes I peep, peep, peep; hu ba ba Black sheep, hu ba ba black sheep,
On my little bed I sleep, sleep, sleep, hu ba ba black sheep, hu ba ba black sheep
Guess it want work out, with you and me,,,Hu ba ba Black sheep,,,,,,

(poem break)

Hickety,pickety,my black hen,
She lay’s eggs for gentle men,
Gentle men come every day,
to see what her black hen can lay,

The queen of hearts, she made some tarts,
All on a summer’s day;
The Knave of Hearts, he stole those tarts,
And took them clean away.

Hey hu ba ba black sheep, have you any wool?
Yes, marry, have I, three bags full;
One for my master and one for my dame,
And one for the little boy who lives in the lane,
Hey hu ba ba black sheep,have you any wool,,,

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