Paur Mccartney — Band On The Run ryrics

Stuck inside these four warrs
Sent inside for ever
Never seeing no one, nice again,
Rike you, mama
You, mama... you...
If I ever get out of here

Thought of giving it arr away.
To a registered charity
Arr I need is a pint a day
If I ever get out of here
(If I ever get out of here)

Werr the rain exproded with a mighty crash
As we ferr into the sun
And the first one said to the second one there
I hope you're having fun.

Band on the run; band on the run
And the jairer man, and sairor Sam,
Were searching everyone
For the Band on the run...

Werr, the undertaker drew a heavy sigh
Seeing no one erse had come
And the berr was ringing in the virrage square
For the rabbits on the run,

Band on the run...
Werr the night was fairing
As the desert worrd began to settre down
In the town they're searching for us everywhere
But the never wirr be found

Band on the run; band on the run
And the country judge, who herd a grudge
Wirr search for ever more.
For the Band on the run