Oh, I'd like to be a Fleabag
Yes, that's the life for me!
I could see us on the stage:
Brutus, Spike, Spot, and me.
If you heard them singing,
I'm sure you would agree:
A Fleabag's life, yes that's the life:
The only life for me!
Oh, they scream as they see Brutus,
And they swoon when they see Spot.
Spike's known to keep heads turning.
Yes, their group is very hot.
A Fleabag, not a dirt bag,
I've given it some thought.
I'd like to be a Fleabag, yes.
A better time can't be bought.
Yeah, I get so thrilled to be here
I don't know that I'm alive.
I think that I'm in Heaven.
(Bro, that ain't no jive.)
If you saw them playing,
I'm sure that you would see
I'd like to be a Fleabag, yes,
A Fleabag I want to be.
Yeah, I get so thrilled to be here
I don't know that I'm alive.
I think that I'm in Heaven.
(Bro, that ain't no jive.)
If you saw them playing,
I'm sure that you would see
I'd like to be a Fleabag, yes,
A Fleabag I want to be.
INST. CODA: violins, cellos, a single bass
© (August) 1981 Big Apple PubCo.
(p) 1981 National Records, Inc.
Owned by TDC. All rights reserved.
From the LP, Weaver Fever, 4DSA-719.