Madness
"Israelites"

(Dacres/Kong)

Oh the Israelites

I get up in the morning slaving for bread sir
So that every mouth can be fed

Oh whoa the Israelites

My wife and my kids they pack up and a-leave me
Darling, she said, I was yours to receive

Oh whoa the Israelites

Well, shirt them a tear up trousers ago
I don't want to end up like Bonnie and Clyde

Oh whoa the Israelites

And after a storm there must be a calming
They catch me in your palm, you sound your alarm

Oh whoa the Israelites

I get up in the morning slaving for bread sir
So that every mouth can be fed

Oh whoa the Israelites

My wife and my kids they pack up and a-leave me
Darling, she said, I was yours to receive

Oh whoa the Israelities

Shirt them a tear up trousers ago
I don't want to end up like Bonnie and Clyde

Oh whoa the Israelites
Oh whoa the Israelites
Oh whoa the Israelites

Oh whoa the Israelites
Oh whoa the Israelites