Steriogram - Walkie Talkie Man

Well you're walkin' and a-talkin'
And a-movin' and a-groovin'
And a-hippin' and a-hoppin'
And a-pickin' and a-boppin'
Those bods are being bad
You better take a stand
You gonna wake up that thing in your hand
You're looking all around
There is trouble to be found
Make sure when you find it you get to say it loud
Gotta code three, need back up
Bring me my bright pink fluro jacket

He's fat and he don't run too fast (well you're walkin' and a-talkin')
But he's faster than me (sure, my walkie talkie man)
Last night at the show we saw him (well you're walkin' and a-talkin')
Going out of his tree (go, go, go, go)

Well you're walkin' and a-talkin'
And a-freakin' and a-yellin'
And a-bossin' and a-speakin'
And a-lookin' and a-pointin'
Always tell us what to do
With your high top shoes
And you wave your torch
With your black short shorts
Don't let em get away
Don't think they can play
Nail 'em to the wall cause you really need to say
Gotta code three, need back up
Bring me my bright pink fluro jacket

He's fat and he don't run too fast (well you're walkin' and a-talkin')
But he's faster than me (sure, my walkie talkie man)
Last night at the show we saw him (well you're walkin' and a-talkin')
Going out of his tree (just the drums)

He's fat and he don't run too fast but he's faster than me
Last night at the show we saw him
Going out of his tree

He's fat and he don't run too fast but he's faster than me
Last night at the show we saw him
Going out of his tree (he's a walkie talkie man)

He's fat and he don't run too fast but he's faster than me
Last night at the show we saw him
Going out of his tree (bring me my bright black fluro jacket)

Written by:
Brad Carter, Jacob Adams, Jared Wrennall, Tim Youngson, Tyson Kennedy

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