Kevin Rowland

Poor old Johnny Ray
Sounded sad upon the radio
He moved a million hearts in mono
Our mothers cried and sang along and who'd blame them
Now you're grown, so grown, now I must say more than ever
Go toora loora toora loo rye aye
And we can sing jsut like our

Jackie Wilson said it was reet petite
I kind of love you
Yes it knocks me off my feet
Let it all come down
Oh let it all come down
And you know I'm so wired up
I don't need any more tea in my cup
Let it all come down
Oh let it all come down
Now watch this
Toodle langa langa Toodle langa fang
Toodle langa langa Toodle langa fang
I'm in heaven
I'm In heaven
I'm In heaven when you smile
And when you walk across the street
It makes my heart go boom boom boom,
Let It all come down
And every time I stop to think about It
Well little child you simply make my day
Let It all come down
Oh let It all come down
Toodle langa langa Toodle langa fang
Toodle langa langa Toodle langa fang
I'm In heaven
I'm in heaven
I'm in heaven when you smile

More please and thank you
Introducing the Celtic Soul Brothers and featuring the
strong devoted,
Ladies and gentlemen, would you now please take your leave.
Because we've sat back looking and nearly been took,
even been scared but now I don't care and I'm telling anyone who'll listen.
I've seen what's on show and now there's no more to know
'Cos I've been there, I've been seen there, I've seemed it, dreamed it,
Beened it, schemed it.
Excuse me please, you're standing in my space,
So step aside, now your time's up.
Come on my friends, I would now like to propose a toast-
To the strength I see that's surrounding me and those who've cared,
Oh yes, I've been scared and I'm telling anyone who'll listen
I've seen what's on show and now there's no more to know,
Oh I've been there, I've seen there, I've seemed it, dreamed it,
Schemed it.
You see I know this to be true,
Now would I lie to you?
And I'm not waiting for approval from you
We're coming through.
More please and thank you.

Poor old Johnny Ray
Sounded sad upon the radio
He moved a million hearts in mono
Our mothers cried and sang along and who'd blame them
Now you're grown, so grown, now I must say more than ever
Go toora loora toora loo rye aye
And we can sing jsut like our

Nobody tells you. You end up knowing
Bad habits: you should sleep alone
Open to suggestions, is that the way you feel?
'Cos you're the voice of experience, every word
You choose sweet stolen info' you must never lose
Until you're so secure in your habitat familiar
But you won't want from me
There's nothing else to see
Try smoking your own and don't look at me.
No need to explain it, just order dresses
Bad habits: you really shouldn't keep.
Quick nip next door to the vendor of charisma
Because the time, the place and the mood is right
And good old Kevin'll be all right
Here comes ''His Soul