Madness — Israelites

Oo-o-oh, the Israelites I get up in the morning, slaving for bread, sir So that every mouth can be fed Oo-o-oh, the Israelites My wife and my kids, they pack up and leave me Darling, she said, I was yours to receive Oo-o-oh, the Israelites Shirt them a-tear up, trousers are go I don't want to end up like Bonnie and Clyde Oo-o-oh, the Israelites And after a storm there must be a calming If they catch me in the farm, you sound your alarm Oo-o-oh, the Israelites I get up in the morning, slaving for bread, sir So that every mouth can be fed Oo-o-oh, the Israelites My wife and my kids, they pack up and leave me Darling, she said, I was yours to receive Oo-o-oh, the Israelites Shirt them a-tear up, trousers are go I don't want to end up like Bonnie and Clyde Oo-o-oh, the Israelites (I don't want to end up like Bonnie and Clyde) Oo-o-o-oh, the Israelites Oo-o-oh, the Israelites (I don't want to end up like Bonnie and Clyde) (Oo-o-oh, the Israelites) [x2]