Can't get enough of your Dang-Da-Dang

I fall asleep reading good news I'm calling
You tap my toe 50 feet we're falling
We quit the show substitutes are calling

Tell her to come we're on TV and we're so
Extremely hot though expectations've been low
I want, you take and you never give us your dough

I spent my time digesting too many bad news
And stretched my mind with thoughts still standing in queues
Still in the line and 50 feet we're falling

Please Mr. Postman bring us some good news today
You look so lonely is everyone sleeping here?
We've been hardworking looking for times and places
My eyes turned sad when I saw myself down-falling
I saw myself down-falling 50 feet

I fall asleep reading good news I'm calling
You tap my toe 50 feet we're falling
We quit the show substitutes are calling



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Writer(s): Maria Pattusch
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