Israelites

Oo-o-oh, the Israelites

I get up in the morning, slaving for bread, sir

So that every mouth can be fed

Oo-o-oh, the Israelites

My wife and my kids, they pack up and leave me

Darling, she said, I was yours to receive

Oo-o-oh, the Israelites

Shirt them a-tear up, trousers are go

I don't want to end up like Bonnie and Clyde

Oo-o-oh, the Israelites

And after a storm there must be a calming

If they catch me in the farm, you sound your alarm

Oo-o-oh, the Israelites

I get up in the morning, slaving for bread, sir

So that every mouth can be fed

Oo-o-oh, the Israelites

My wife and my kids, they pack up and leave me

Darling, she said, I was yours to receive

Oo-o-oh, the Israelites

Shirt them a-tear up, trousers are go

I don't want to end up like Bonnie and Clyde

Oo-o-oh, the Israelites

(I don't want to end up like Bonnie and Clyde)

Oo-o-o-oh, the Israelites

Oo-o-oh, the Israelites

(I don't want to end up like Bonnie and Clyde)

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