5.12.08

THANKS GOD IT'S FRIDAY!!! (Well get there fast and then well take it slow)
O beach boy barbudinho soprano me mata.



cante comigo:

Aruba, jamaica ooo I wanna take you
Bermuda, bahama come on pretty mama
Key largo, montego baby why dont we go
Jamaica

Off the florida keys
Theres a place called kokomo
Thats where you wanna go to get away from it all

Bodies in the sand
Tropical drink melting in your hand
Well be falling in love
To the rhythm of a steel drum band
Down in kokomo

Aruba, jamaica ooo I wanna take you
To bermuda, bahama come on pretty mama
Key largo, montego baby why dont we go

Ooo I wanna take you down to kokomo
Well get there fast
And then well take it slow
Thats where we wanna go
Way down to kokomo

To martinique, that monserrat mystique

Well put out to sea
And well perfect our chemistry
By and by well defy a little bit of gravity

Afternoon delight
Cocktails and moonlit nights
That dreamy look in your eye
Give me a tropical contact high
Way down in kokomo

Aruba, jamaica ooo I wanna take you
To bermuda, bahama come on pretty mama
Key largo, montego baby why dont we go

Ooo I wanna take you down to kokomo
Well get there fast
And then well take it slow
Thats where we wanna go
Way down to kokomo

Port au prince I wanna catch a glimpse

Everybody knows
A little place like kokomo
Now if you wanna go
And get away from it all
Go down to kokomo

Aruba, jamaica ooo I wanna take you
To bermuda, bahama come on pretty mama
Key largo, montego baby why dont we go

Ooo I wanna take you down to kokomo
Well get there fast
And then well take it slow
Thats where we wanna go
Way down to kokomo

Aruba, jamaica ooo I wanna take you
To bermuda, bahama come on pretty mama
Key largo, montego baby why dont we go

Ooo I wanna take you down to kokomo

3 comentários:

Anônimo disse...

Hehehe, olha isso:
http://br.youtube.com/watch?v=qReKppA71DE

Quando tu vens? Bah, Kokomo é muito clima de largar tudo e ir pra praia.

the writer disse...

hohohohohohoho, mto bom!

Anônimo disse...

não te conheço, mas conhecí Bruxelas e Leuven....
Ai que saudades da Belgica.
Eu até tentei arrumar trampo por aí (trabalho na IBM, tentei ser transferido), mas não deu....
Mas um dia, ainda vou morar em BE.
Naquelas cidadezinhas, criar veados e comer aqueles assados malucos que eles fazem em Chappel-on-the-busches.