|Oh.. y | ea |h-ah, Volv | o
Yea |h... dap-dap | shoo-wo |p, oh |
Little boy, lift your head and carry on
We're gonna save your life with an a cappella song
With a scooby scoob and a bap chooiah
Little boy, you're gonna be just fine
Oooo Woolen Hats
Ahhhh Bap, Leather Straps
Ooh... Smile
Look on your face like you know Jesus personally
(So what makes a cappella so cool?
Well, *
you only need your voice
And nothing else!)
We don't need any drums
All we need is John
n.c. ||
We don't need any trum - pet
when we've got Tom
We don't even need an U - ber app
We just bap
Open up
Take me home; here it is, now stop.
That is a cappella to me.
Boodelooap, boodelooap
Boodelooap, boodelooap
Everybody's wondering why we're singing
Boodelooap
That's be cause they've never tasted
Boo - delooap
Nigerian soft drink
Boodeloo ap
One sip and you never go back
Boodeloo ap!
Now, let's go fight those bu llies
With a cappella's strongest weapon
It's the, 'we can do any style' trick
Come on
ROCK!
Rock, rock, mm, rock, oh-ohh...
Ooh, rock you
Come on
HIP HOP RAP!
Yo yo yo, gangsta man
My vocal cords is my gun.
Rap-bap-bap-bap-bap-shoo-ow
Ski-bi-di bi-bi-di bi-bi-di bi-bi-di bip, pa-pow!
Ooh...
Hey G-man, come on the tour bus and live the dream l ife with us
"Oh sorry G-man, I want to stay here wit h the gang
I know it's a tough life, but it's my life."
Oh G-man, I hope you learned something today
"You bet! Don't worry about me now."
I don't, I trust in you, you know a cappella now.
"I do?"
But hey, before I leave - give me a style and an artist.
n.c.
"Michael Jackson? Samba?"
You got it!
Your butt is mine
Gonna tell you right
Just show your face
In broad daylight
I'm telling you
On how I feel
Gonna hurt your mind
Don't shoot to kill...
