The Bugaloos

Music The bar blues, the bar blues With the end everywhere Flying high, flying loose Flying free of some loose The bother loose, the bother loose, was driving like a diving road through the sky, crossing the land straight to the river of harmony Where the river of harmony has Where friends and people show to me

You have my name But lose, but lose With me and everyone Like me, like me, like me But lose, but lose But fly behind, fly behind Through the sky Cross the land Straight to you We're about to be happy Ready with a hoping hat Well friends and dear

Sit to me if you have a need I'm a man I'm a man I'm a man I'm a man I'm a man Where friends and me should you be if you ever need

The Father Loops, Father Loops In the air and everywhere Flying, flying, flying like a fucker The Father Loops, the Father Loops The de' art of violet Til the eight of three The body loose, the body loose The art of the antiques A body loose, the body loose The Writing art of the eight

The body loose, the body loose The art of the antiques An ahh . . . Alwayskelsee you