Aaaah, beeb beeb, walking down the street, ten days a week to sweep you of your feet, and stuff, so you walk the walk & you talk the talk, and the bucks you clock for your rocks is sure enough, for me to run a mock on you, dye black to blond & make your brown eyes blue, spread’em wide no shame nor pride, as long as you don’t tell me how to be

Beeb beebn there’s a flock of sheep, where’s the leader, slope is steep, we’re going downhill & you still can’t chill, what the deal, can’t cope, can’t feel, da hope is cheap, no Mary don’t you weep, go on mammy get some sleep, we go raw salami you’re in too deep, c-saw chopping chops, who plays for keeps

Can’t you see, don’t you know, it’s me and I’m good to go
Once you do know me well, I won’t tell if you don’t tell

Let me seal your lips with a kiss, do not business with this 
Ain’t too many trips that you miss, let me stress it ain’t no diss, seems you’re losing your head, as long as your heart stays sound, dreams that you’re choosing instead turn your little life to a merry-go-round

Round about the garden, round and round the yard and, round and round we go

Welcome to showbiz, where nothing seems as what it really is, the illusion will fool you, with confusion overkill to rule you or school you if you’re hip to the game, once you peep it you still keep it the same, claim it’s shame, shame on who?
Take that blame, shame on you

Not to seal your lips with your kiss, do not business with this, some call it taking the piss, to some of y’all it is pure bliss, kind of a buzz in your mind, up in the clouds and feet off the ground, you don’t see cause you done gone blind a ring a rosy merry-go-round

Round about the garden, round and round the yard and, round and round we go

Round and round the yard all over, everywhere got to pull your card cause you just don’t care, round and round the yard all over, everywhere got to pull your card, hard!
Cause you don’t care

Round and round the garden like a teddy bear, on step, two step, tickly under there. Yeah yeah

I know you’re steep, you cannot fool me, I know your type, so you like to believe the hype, I hear about your momma and your pops, hell, drop your tops and call the cops, bust your chops, you earn my concern, tame that flame before you burn, you’re gonna  learn as you turn with a twist, do not business with this, lest you be humble is as humble does, ready to rumble, be my guest

First round we tumble to the ground, second you’re fumbling pound for pound, I hear you mumblin’ “what’s that sound”, goin’ down, merry-go-round

Round about the garden, round and round the yard and, round and round we go
Round about the garden, round and round the yard and, round and round we go
Round about the garden, round and round the yard and, round and round we go

Yo!


Ya Kid K: Vocals & Lyrics
Han Stubbe: Programming + clarinet
Buni Lenski: Violin
Simon Lenski: Cello & string arrangement 
Adrian Lenski: Organ

(p) 2001 Sony Music Entertainment (Belgium) sa/nv
© 2001 Sony Music Entertainment (Belgium) sa/nv