Street Theory Lyrics by Van Morrison

Street Theory Lyrics

    Come on out child
    We gonna ring doorbells and run
    Come on out child, child
    We gonna ring doorbells and run
    We gonna shake up the neighbourhood
    Lord, we're bound to have some fun
    We can take a plane to paris
    Lord, we can fly to rome
    We can take a plane to paris
    Lord, we can fly to rome
    I get a lump in my throat every time i go back home

    I'm gonna go to church on sunday
    Just like my mama did
    I'm gonna go to church on sunday
    Just like my mama did
    We gonna put everything up front
    'cause there's nothing that we wanna keep in
    We gonna put everything up front
    'cause there's nothing that we wanna keep in

    I'm gonna go to church on sunday
    Just like my mama did
    I'm gonna go to church on sunday
    Just like my mama did
    We gonna put everything up front
    'cause there's nothing that we wanna keep in
    We gonna put everything up front
    'cause there's nothing that we wanna keep in

    Come on out child
    We gonna ring doorbells and run
    Come on out child, child
    We gonna ring doorbells and run
    We gonna shake up the neighbourhood
    Lord, we're bound to have some fun
    We gonna shake up the neighbourhood
    Lord, we're bound to have some fun

    Come on out child
    Come on out child, child
    Come on out, come on out, come on out child
    Come on out child
    Come on out child, child
    Come on out child, child
    Come on out child

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