Electro Gypsy by Savlonic
Electro Gypsy lyrics
There he is - the Electro Gypsy;
In his caravan, it's the future man.
See him play a tune upon his Yamaha,
A guitar won't do, they are too old school!
Watch him going door to door,
Selling pegs and lucky heather,
Dropping fine electric beats,
Wearing trousers made of leather.
Chorus:
Yama Yamaha
Yama Yamaha
Yama Yamaha
Moog and a Casio
Here he is - the Electro Gypsy;
He stands motionless while he drops a melody,
Plays future music long into the night,
'til his fingers bleed - well, that's alright.
Watch him going door to door,
Selling pegs and lucky heather,
Dropping fine electric beats,
Wearing trousers made of leather.
Chorus:
Yama Yamaha
Yama Yamaha
Yama Yamaha
Moog and a Casio
Yamaha
Yamaha
Yamaha
Yamaha
There he goes - the Electro Gypsy;
Everywhere he goes he needs to take a generator,
Power is not what he craves, my friend -
It's just the means to his electro end.
There he is - the Electro Gypsy;
In his caravan, it's the future man.
See him play a tune upon his Yamaha,
A guitar won't do, they are too old school!
Watch him going door to door,
Selling pegs and lucky heather,
Dropping fine electric beats,
Wearing trousers made of leather.
Chorus
Yama Yamaha
Yama Yamaha
Yama Yamaha
Moog and a Casio
Yama Yamaha
Yama Yamaha
Yama Yamaha
Moog and a Casio
Yama Yamaha
Yama Yamaha
Yama Yamaha
Moog and a Casio
Yama Yamaha
Yama Yamaha
Yama Yamaha
Moog and a Casio
Yama Yamaha
Yama Yamaha
Yama Yamaha
Moog and a Casio
Yama Yamaha
Yama Yamaha(there he is - the Electro Gypsy)
Yama Yamaha
Moog and a Casio
Yama Yamaha
Yama Yamaha(there he is - the Electro Gypsy)
Yama Yamaha
Moog and a Casio.
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