Texty:
Duke Spirit

Tudu, tudu, tu du du tu Tudu, tudu, tu du du tu Yes, I want your token of honor, babe Tudu, tudu, tu du du tu I like to make us both feel the same way

You, you don't feel like mine anymore This night I wrestle with pride on the floor That's 'cause you don't look back like I look back That's 'cause you

I talk to no one Oh, you're invisible And with this venomous tongue, yeah None of it's true And I can taste it You see it's in the heavens And merciful

Ten English pounds And these hot pavement fields As though I'm moving to the end Am I moving to the end of your loving? How, how did I do this? Me, I

Celebrate it! Celebrate it! It?s a holiday nigga I made it! Celebrate it! Celebrate it! It?s a holiday nigga I made it! Verse 3: You wanna eat Duke

so you could never be a martyr Life is hard, death is harderyou somebody baby father Someone's lover, son of your mother, somebody brother Somebody nigga, now your spirit

Since life is sweet here We got the beat here naturally Even the strugeon and the ray They get the urge and start to play We got the spirit You got

sea Since life is sweet here We got the beat here Naturally Even the sturgeon and the ray They get the urge and start to play We got the spirit, you

of Presleyterian The Divine UK. Larry Love (Robert Spragg) vocals Band: Mountain of Love (Piers Marsh) harmonica & vocal Sir Real Congaman (Simon Edwards) percussion & acoustic gtr. The Spirit