Oooh, the israelites

Get up in the morning slaving for bread, sir
So that every mouth can be fed

Oooh, the israelites

My wife and my kids they pack up and a leave me
Darling, she said, I was yours to receive

Oooh, the israelites

Well, shirt them a tear-up, trousers ago
I don't want to end up like Bonnie and Clyde

Oooh, the israelites

And after a storm there must be a calm
They catch me in your farm, you sound your alarm

Oooh, the israelites

I get up in the morning slaving for bread, sir
So that every mouth can be fed

Oooh, the israelites

My wife and my kids they pack up and a leave me
Darling, she said, I was yours to receive

Oooh, the israelites

Shirt them a tear-up, trousers are gone
I don't want to end up like Bonnie and Clyde

Oooh, the israelites [x5]

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