Lyrics: Sammy Boakye Bennett/Johnny Boakye Bennett/Richard Zastenker/Johannes Klahr
Music: Sammy Boakye Bennett/Johnny Boakye Bennett/Richard Zastenker/Johannes Klahr
Je-je pensais qu'à ça du matin au soir
Je pensais qu'à ça
Je-je pensais qu'à ça
Just like me
But far from a believer
The rush is getting under your skin
Just caught the fever
One toe at a time
Sink into the whole
A personal disorder
Is a sign of growth
Friends turn to foes
And foes stay close
Are you beneath the order
Have you found your aura
In the house of freaks
The house of the know hows
Blend into the crowd
Don't get too loud!
It's something in the water
What's up
Spin the banana
Try your luck
It's something in the water
Spin that banana
Rip of the rubber
Try your luck
It's something in the water
What's up
Spin the banana
Try your luck
It's something in the water
Spin that banana
Rip of the rubber
Try your luck
As it trickles down
I'm going off how I feel
With my belief
I fight the urge
To go and cop a deal
God bless the dead
And somebody's little daughter
Life's a bitch
So I rather pick a hoe than a Madonna
Now have you ever jacked off
At six years old
And felt like everything you touched
Will turn right into gold
Im peeling of the layers
I'm trying to enter your soul
The odds are diabolical
So I'm chewing on every bone
It's something in the water
What's up
Spin the banana
Try your luck
It's something in the water
Spin that banana
Rip of the rubber
Try your luck
It's something in the water
What's up
Spin the banana
Try your luck
It's something in the water
Spin that banana
Rip of the rubber
Try your luck