Bobby Knuckles

Lo and behold, welcome to my hell Rest in peace, or I'll go to jail Costa Rica, I like it here Maybe one day I'll meet you there Ah, ah I'm dreaming like I'm Bobby Knuckles Yeah, ah I'm dreaming like I'm Bobby Knuckles Holidays in my rocking chair I'd trade it all just to keep my hair Flying high in the friendly air But I'm the pilot, we're going down Ah, ah I'm dreaming like I'm Bobby Knuckles Yeah, ah I'm dreaming like I'm Bobby Knuckles So don't you cut me off too soon I've been waiting here all morning The doctor said I've got till noon Why don't you come a little closеr? Hallelujah, the sun is herе Monday, Tuesday, I rest in peace All for one, so we split that debt One for all, but there's no one left Ah, ah I'm dreaming like I'm Bobby Knuckles Yeah, ah Looking at my life, I'm a passenger in it I'm just waiting for the drugs to work