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Saturday Morning lyrics with English Translations
This morning when I woke up and opened my eyes
I was greeted by a most sober and surprised
A face I've never seen before in my life
Just lounging on my pillow right next to mine
And I'm, lookin' at it and I panic and I remember
Having the gin and tonic and I recall every rum
And cola too, but for life of me, I can't rememba you.
Tanya: so who you boss? Bigga: bigga blocks Tanya: okay, bigga blocks..
It's happened before, this wasn't the first But I gotta admit, this one is the worst And where were my friends, didn't anybody see, God almighty this one is ugly.
So I'm rushin' to the toilet and while takin' a piss I'm thinkin' that this better be the catalyst, to make Me change my philandering ways, make my nights reflect My better days yow.
What me say now! There's a strange man in my house, And his boots are on the floor. Mr. Bacardi we can't chill anymore, From now on I'm just rollin' With cola, if dat don't work then I'm rockin' it solo
What me say now! There's a strange man in my bed and he seems To satisfied, how on earth am I gonna salvage my pride? Smirnoff, it's been a heck of a ride, This is where I gotta bid ya goodbye Bid ya goodbye.
Tanya: yo bigga! get up, ya haffi go now! Meh nah kno how disz happen I swear! Oy! 'pon da way out, grab me a beer! Bigga: tek man fi blood clod idiot.
Tanya: so who you boss? Bigga: bigga blocks Tanya: okay, bigga blocks..
It's happened before, this wasn't the first But I gotta admit, this one is the worst And where were my friends, didn't anybody see, God almighty this one is ugly.
So I'm rushin' to the toilet and while takin' a piss I'm thinkin' that this better be the catalyst, to make Me change my philandering ways, make my nights reflect My better days yow.
What me say now! There's a strange man in my house, And his boots are on the floor. Mr. Bacardi we can't chill anymore, From now on I'm just rollin' With cola, if dat don't work then I'm rockin' it solo
What me say now! There's a strange man in my bed and he seems To satisfied, how on earth am I gonna salvage my pride? Smirnoff, it's been a heck of a ride, This is where I gotta bid ya goodbye Bid ya goodbye.
Tanya: yo bigga! get up, ya haffi go now! Meh nah kno how disz happen I swear! Oy! 'pon da way out, grab me a beer! Bigga: tek man fi blood clod idiot.
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