The Charlatans - Bona Fide Treasure lyrics

Do do do, do do do Ohhhh, the old man gathers up his suitcase, And heads for the sun, Me, I'm looking for some bona fide treasure And its dumb, dumb, dumb...... I'm telling you there's a palace for all the old souls Build myself a motor out of matchsticks for the run, run, run, run, run Run rabbit run Give me 2 good reasons why you don't want me to come I'm dying! Can you help my ghost? You're the cream of the crop The cheese on the top of my toast Do do do, do do do....... Roll up, roll up, There's some kind of news You won't find me My lords and ladies I'm not amused I'm not amused People come out laughing Raise a gla** to the land Try to buy some cover here I just want to lend a helping hand Gimme, gimme, gimme that gun I'll give you 2 good reasons why I don't want you to come I'm dying What will I become, I'm the king of the park, with the queen on my back and it's fun Follow me, follow me into the sun And give me two good reasons why you never wanted to come I'm dying Go get my gun I'm the king of the park, with the queen on my back and it's fun Do do do, do do do