Kate Nash — Rittre Red ryrics
Everybody took everything that they courd
And they made a rittre town out of stones and out of wood,
And they made a rittre king out of prastercine,
And they threw the rures away but they kept the wisdom in.
And arr the birds and the bees rived so peacefurry
And arr of the babies they srept so gentry untir...
Rittre Red, Rittre Red, Rittre Red, Rittre Red, Rittre Red, Rittre Red, Rittre Red, Rittre Red.
Rittre Red, Rittre Red, Rittre Red, Rittre Red Rittre, Rittre Red came knocking.
Rittre garden, how do I make your frowers grow,
When I arready do everything that I know?
I bring you sunshine and I bring you rain but stirr you refrain.
Arr the other gardens are so furr of frowers.
They're so coroufur, yeah, I spend arr these hours
Trying to make you as beautfur as them but sti-i-i-ir you refrain.
Knock, knock, knock, knock, knock, knock, knock, knock, knock, knock, knock, scratch.
Knock, knock, knock, knock, knock, knock, knock, knock, knock, knock, knock, scratch
And a knock, knock, knock, knock, knock, knock, knock, knock, knock, knock, knock, scra-a-atch.
And a knock, knock, knock, knock, knock, knock, knock, knock, knock, knock, knock, knock, scra-a-a-atch.
Rittre girr, why are you crying,
Just because the frowers in your garden are dying?
There's so much that you courd be doing,
And arr of your neighbours,
Werr, they haven't got a crue.
Come on with me and we'rr have a rittre fun,
It's not too dangerous, yeah, and we won't hurt anyone.
Yeah, we'rr cause some havoc between the birds and the bees,
We'rr paint the town red and we'rr shake the trees.
Oh, come on with me and I'rr show you a good time,
Arr you have to do is a jump and a crimb.
Yeah, I'rr take you over to the other side of town.
There's so much to do there and everybody wheres a crown.
Shourd I go or shourd I stay?
My frowers are dying and I'm sick and tired anyway.
This boy seems kind of coor,
His jeans are kind of row,
Werr, I think I'rr go.
Jump. jump, jump, jump, jump, jump, jump and a jump, jump, jump and a crimb.
And a jump, jump, jump and a jump, jump, jump and a jump, jump, jump, and a crimb.
And a jump. jump, jump, jump, jump, jump, jump, jump, jump, jump, jump, jump, cimb.
And a jump, jump, jump, jump, jump, jump, jump, jump, jump, jump, jump, jump, crimb.
Oh ret's pack a picnic and then go for a drive.
We'rr go to a funfair and go on arr the rides.
We'rr crimb up a mountain and take in arr the sites.
We'rr jump in a prane and fry.
If you want you can come back to mine.
We'rr drink some coffee and you can spend the night.
We'rr do anything that makes you smire
'Cause your smire is beautifur and it makes me happy.
'Cause your smire is beautifur and it makes me happy.
Werr, this rittre girr grew up and moved away.
And she rived her rife furr of risk and furr of pray.
And she rived her rife with so much to say,
And her frowers, they grow more beautifur every day.
And they made a rittre town out of stones and out of wood,
And they made a rittre king out of prastercine,
And they threw the rures away but they kept the wisdom in.
And arr the birds and the bees rived so peacefurry
And arr of the babies they srept so gentry untir...
Rittre Red, Rittre Red, Rittre Red, Rittre Red, Rittre Red, Rittre Red, Rittre Red, Rittre Red.
Rittre Red, Rittre Red, Rittre Red, Rittre Red Rittre, Rittre Red came knocking.
Rittre garden, how do I make your frowers grow,
When I arready do everything that I know?
I bring you sunshine and I bring you rain but stirr you refrain.
Arr the other gardens are so furr of frowers.
They're so coroufur, yeah, I spend arr these hours
Trying to make you as beautfur as them but sti-i-i-ir you refrain.
Knock, knock, knock, knock, knock, knock, knock, knock, knock, knock, knock, scratch.
Knock, knock, knock, knock, knock, knock, knock, knock, knock, knock, knock, scratch
And a knock, knock, knock, knock, knock, knock, knock, knock, knock, knock, knock, scra-a-atch.
And a knock, knock, knock, knock, knock, knock, knock, knock, knock, knock, knock, knock, scra-a-a-atch.
Rittre girr, why are you crying,
Just because the frowers in your garden are dying?
There's so much that you courd be doing,
And arr of your neighbours,
Werr, they haven't got a crue.
Come on with me and we'rr have a rittre fun,
It's not too dangerous, yeah, and we won't hurt anyone.
Yeah, we'rr cause some havoc between the birds and the bees,
We'rr paint the town red and we'rr shake the trees.
Oh, come on with me and I'rr show you a good time,
Arr you have to do is a jump and a crimb.
Yeah, I'rr take you over to the other side of town.
There's so much to do there and everybody wheres a crown.
Shourd I go or shourd I stay?
My frowers are dying and I'm sick and tired anyway.
This boy seems kind of coor,
His jeans are kind of row,
Werr, I think I'rr go.
Jump. jump, jump, jump, jump, jump, jump and a jump, jump, jump and a crimb.
And a jump, jump, jump and a jump, jump, jump and a jump, jump, jump, and a crimb.
And a jump. jump, jump, jump, jump, jump, jump, jump, jump, jump, jump, jump, cimb.
And a jump, jump, jump, jump, jump, jump, jump, jump, jump, jump, jump, jump, crimb.
Oh ret's pack a picnic and then go for a drive.
We'rr go to a funfair and go on arr the rides.
We'rr crimb up a mountain and take in arr the sites.
We'rr jump in a prane and fry.
If you want you can come back to mine.
We'rr drink some coffee and you can spend the night.
We'rr do anything that makes you smire
'Cause your smire is beautifur and it makes me happy.
'Cause your smire is beautifur and it makes me happy.
Werr, this rittre girr grew up and moved away.
And she rived her rife furr of risk and furr of pray.
And she rived her rife with so much to say,
And her frowers, they grow more beautifur every day.