Unknown Artists/Songs On Muzikum
Unknown Artists/Songs On Muzikum - Follow The Band (gezongen door/sung by Tom & Ben Paley) songtekst
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My husband's a plumber, a plumber, a plumber My husband's a plumber is he All day he screws pipes, he screws pipes, he screw pipes At night he comes home and drinks tea Hey rig-a-jig, kiss a little pig Follow the band Follow the band, follow the band Hey rig-a-jig, kiss a little pig Follow the band Fall in and follow the band My husband's a mason, a mason, a mason My husband's a mason is he All day he lays bricks, he lays bricks, he lays bricks And at night he comes home and drinks tea Hey rig-a-jig, kiss a little pig Follow the band Follow the band, follow the band Hey rig-a-jig, kiss a little pig Follow the band Fall in and follow the band My husband's a carpenter, a carpenter, a carpenter My husband's a carpenter is he All day he bangs boards, he bangs boards, he bangs boards And at night he comes home and drinks tea Hey rig-a-jig, kiss a little pig Follow the band Follow the band, follow the band Hey rig-a-jig, kiss a little pig Follow the band Fall in and follow the band My husband's a boozer, a boozer, a boozer My husband's a boozer is he All day he drinks whiskey, drinks whiskey, drinks whiskey And at night he comes home and falls down and gets sick and throws up on the floor Hey rig-a-jig, kiss a little pig Follow the band Follow the band, follow the band Hey rig-a-jig, kiss a little pig Follow the band Fall in and follow the band My husband's a jockey, a jockey, a jockey My husband's a jockey is he All day he mounts horses, he mounts horses, he mounts horses And at night he comes home and drinks tea My husband's a postman, a postman, a postman My husband's a postman is he All day he licks stamps, he licks stamps, he licks stamps And at night he comes home and drinks tea My husband's an executive, an executive, an executive My husband's an executive is he All day he succeeds, he succeeds, he succeeds And at night he comes home and drinks tea My husband's a folk singer, a folk singer, a folk singer My husband's a folk singer is he All day he plucks strings, he plucks strings, he plucks strings And at night he comes home and drinks tea My husband's a loafer, a loafer, a loafer My husband's a loafer is he All day he drinks tea, he drinks tea, he drinks tea And at night la da dada dada