Fee Fi Foo Fum
Fee fi foo fum I smell the blood an English
I live my days up in the clouds
Its a quiet life with no one around
Just me myself and my golden goose
My golden harp singing the blues
I tend my garden of magic beans
Glad there's no one here to bother me
Speak of the devil,
I spoke too soon, I smell blood and it's stinky too
*Sniff sniff sniff* who could that be?
Cant these people just let me be
Who the hell is this man
Coming here from distant lands
Who the heck is this guy
Was he sent up here to die
Who the hell is this man
Coming here from distant lands
Who the heck is this guy
Was he sent up here to die
Fee fi foo fum (I smell the blood of an English man)
Fee fi foo fum (I really like his farmers tan)
Fee fi foo fum (I fell in love with an English man)
Size doesn't matter that's what the say
But I didn't know that I was gay
I guess I'm like Ed sheerans wife
Like damn that English man's alright
I call my mom to ask her advise
She says not now hon I'm making rice
So as always I'm on my own
Small talk time here we go
English man says his name's Jack
Mans was scared I'd stomp and he'd splat
I offered him an egg or two
He says thanks I say anything for you
There's this really pretty man
Coming here from distant lands
There's this really funny guy
Harp don't play a lullaby
There's this really pretty man
Coming here from distant lands
There's this really funny guy
Harp don't play a lullaby
Fee fi foo fum
(I smell the blood of an English man)
Fee fi foo fum
(I really like his farmers tan)
Fee fi foo fum
(I fell in love with an English man)
I see him climbing to my house in the middle of the night
He's so pretty when walks in the moonlight
When he shuts his eyes I hope he sees me in his dreams
I know he belongs up here with me
Fee fi foo fum
(I smell the blood of an English man)
Fee fi foo fum
(I really like his farmers tan)
Fee fi foo fum
(I fell in love with an English
I live my days up in the clouds
Its a quiet life with no one around
Just me myself and my golden goose
My golden harp singing the blues
I tend my garden of magic beans
Glad there's no one here to bother me
Speak of the devil,
I spoke too soon, I smell blood and it's stinky too
*Sniff sniff sniff* who could that be?
Cant these people just let me be
Who the hell is this man
Coming here from distant lands
Who the heck is this guy
Was he sent up here to die
Who the hell is this man
Coming here from distant lands
Who the heck is this guy
Was he sent up here to die
Fee fi foo fum (I smell the blood of an English man)
Fee fi foo fum (I really like his farmers tan)
Fee fi foo fum (I fell in love with an English man)
Size doesn't matter that's what the say
But I didn't know that I was gay
I guess I'm like Ed sheerans wife
Like damn that English man's alright
I call my mom to ask her advise
She says not now hon I'm making rice
So as always I'm on my own
Small talk time here we go
English man says his name's Jack
Mans was scared I'd stomp and he'd splat
I offered him an egg or two
He says thanks I say anything for you
There's this really pretty man
Coming here from distant lands
There's this really funny guy
Harp don't play a lullaby
There's this really pretty man
Coming here from distant lands
There's this really funny guy
Harp don't play a lullaby
Fee fi foo fum
(I smell the blood of an English man)
Fee fi foo fum
(I really like his farmers tan)
Fee fi foo fum
(I fell in love with an English man)
I see him climbing to my house in the middle of the night
He's so pretty when walks in the moonlight
When he shuts his eyes I hope he sees me in his dreams
I know he belongs up here with me
Fee fi foo fum
(I smell the blood of an English man)
Fee fi foo fum
(I really like his farmers tan)
Fee fi foo fum
(I fell in love with an English
Credits
Writer(s): Gianluca Satterlee
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