Yippie – Dalbello – letras

i-yi-yippie-i-ay-tell me which way the wind is blowingandi-yi-yippie-i-o-no-not even if the gods are rollingsay please – string those beads -place your gets – put away your walletmore grease on those knees -or have it any which way you call itnever goin back when you’re hands start shakingnever look back when you hit the pavementnever turn back til you know where you’re goingnever turn your back – not even if the choir’s singingnever lean back when the beggar’s kneeling(’cause you) never see dirt til it hits the ceilingi-yi-yippie-iCHORUSyou don’t think abouttommorow (ahh – not afraid of dying)you don’t act your age (ahh – gotta let it go)it don’t even hurt to swallow (ahh – got a way with lying)not even if you let it showcruel age, swing that cage…. outlet’s cause another chain reactionthis place smacks of Ragewhat that gat -and — see it all come crashing … downnever goin back to a cloudy visionnever goin back until you quit that bitchinnever goin back until the temperature’s holdin’never goin–back to another empty feastnever goin back until we kill that beastnever goin back unless a palm gets greasedyou bet – no sweat — it’s open seasonREPEAT CHORUSand i-yi-yippie-i-ayput that thumb in your mouthand i-yi-yippie-i-owhat’s that shit all about?