Letra de The Rival
I can lick you fairly, squarely Give your head a mighty crack Make your nose bleed down your shirt front With one hand behind my backToorah loorah, torah loorah, Toorah loorah, torah loorahI set my heart on Jeannie Wilson She's the one I'm going to see If you're of the same persuasion There's no room for you and meToorah loorah, torah loorah, Toorah loorah, torah loorahI love to see those stuffy airs and graces The more pumped up the more they tend to fall Right down on their facesYou might have a few pounds on me You might have the edge in height But I can do a trick or two To rattle your teeth and dim your lightsToorah loorah, torah loorah, Toorah loorah, torah loorahI love to see those stuffy airs and graces The more pumped up the more they tend to fall Right down on their facesYou come from a different planet Sexy motor, groovy tan I fought my way up from under I don't have no back-up planToorah loorah, torah loorah, Toorah loorah, torah loorah