Hello (Live at Métropolis)
Like so, yeah, ready on
At Montreal
One, two, oh, let's get down
While walking down the street with some evil in my eye
And some thoughts in my head that were making me feel high
On my head was a hoodie, in my ears was some bass
I was walking by my dog when I saw that sexy face
Come towards me, with a little cheeky smile
If she was a phone, I'd pick her up and dial
The fire brigade, or 0-0-0
She stopped my tracks, I said
Whoa, hello, hello
Whoa, hello, hello
I was sleeping in the sand with some dreams in my head
That were causing an extension to the towel and my bed
The waves were a-rising like the curves on those legs
Of the sweet beach Bella with that centrefold spread
Midst of the slumber, I heard some footsteps creeping
Woke to discover the woman I'd been dreaming
She knelt down beside, said, "Can I share your pillow?"
I rolled over and I said
Well, hello, hello
My, hello, hello
Some like money making, some like cars
And some like the houses with the rooftop spas
And some like to gossip about some rich sugar daddies
But me and my friends, we like the golden brown honeys
And some like watching people living on TV
That's a little strange if you're asking me
'Cause I like to eat and laugh and fuck and play down low
These are the things I know
Well, hello, hello
Oh, hello, hello
Oh, sing one time, Montreal
(Hello, hello)
And again
(Hello, hello)
I'm singin' one
I'm singin' two
I'm singin' one
I'm singin' two
I'm singin' one
I'm singin' two
One singin' one (one)
Two, two
One, one
Two, two
One, one
Two, two
One, one, two, two, three, three, four, four
Welcome to this night, welcome to this song
Welcome to these rhymes that be going on and on
Welcome to the Empire and the funky Empire tunes
But most of all, welcome to the Bellas in this room
Welcome to this night, welcome to this song
Welcome to these rhymes that be going on and on
Welcome to the Empire and the funky Empire tunes
But most of all, welcome to the Bellas in this room
Oh, hello, hello
Whoa, hello, hello
Mama, hello, hello
(Hello, hello)
Whoa, hello, hello
Oh, oh, hello, hello
Well, let us say, hello, hello
Oh, Pablo, Pablo
Hello, hello
Wow, wow, hello, hello
At Montreal
One, two, oh, let's get down
While walking down the street with some evil in my eye
And some thoughts in my head that were making me feel high
On my head was a hoodie, in my ears was some bass
I was walking by my dog when I saw that sexy face
Come towards me, with a little cheeky smile
If she was a phone, I'd pick her up and dial
The fire brigade, or 0-0-0
She stopped my tracks, I said
Whoa, hello, hello
Whoa, hello, hello
I was sleeping in the sand with some dreams in my head
That were causing an extension to the towel and my bed
The waves were a-rising like the curves on those legs
Of the sweet beach Bella with that centrefold spread
Midst of the slumber, I heard some footsteps creeping
Woke to discover the woman I'd been dreaming
She knelt down beside, said, "Can I share your pillow?"
I rolled over and I said
Well, hello, hello
My, hello, hello
Some like money making, some like cars
And some like the houses with the rooftop spas
And some like to gossip about some rich sugar daddies
But me and my friends, we like the golden brown honeys
And some like watching people living on TV
That's a little strange if you're asking me
'Cause I like to eat and laugh and fuck and play down low
These are the things I know
Well, hello, hello
Oh, hello, hello
Oh, sing one time, Montreal
(Hello, hello)
And again
(Hello, hello)
I'm singin' one
I'm singin' two
I'm singin' one
I'm singin' two
I'm singin' one
I'm singin' two
One singin' one (one)
Two, two
One, one
Two, two
One, one
Two, two
One, one, two, two, three, three, four, four
Welcome to this night, welcome to this song
Welcome to these rhymes that be going on and on
Welcome to the Empire and the funky Empire tunes
But most of all, welcome to the Bellas in this room
Welcome to this night, welcome to this song
Welcome to these rhymes that be going on and on
Welcome to the Empire and the funky Empire tunes
But most of all, welcome to the Bellas in this room
Oh, hello, hello
Whoa, hello, hello
Mama, hello, hello
(Hello, hello)
Whoa, hello, hello
Oh, oh, hello, hello
Well, let us say, hello, hello
Oh, Pablo, Pablo
Hello, hello
Wow, wow, hello, hello
Credits
Writer(s): Henry James Angus, Felix Riebl
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Other Album Tracks
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- Days Like These (Live at Métropolis)
- The Rhythm (Live at Métropolis)
- The Car Song (Live at Métropolis)
- Lullaby (Live at Métropolis)
- Siente (Live at Métropolis)
- The Lost Song (Live at Métropolis)
- How to Explain? (Live at Métropolis)
- Hello (Live at Métropolis)
- In My Pocket (Live at Métropolis)
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