Not So Grim/Frogs Are Hopping Everywhere - by Josh Deb Barman


Take your head off my shoulder, baby
Things could be far worse
I am getting older, maybe
But hell will freeze over first

Before I decide that I've had enough
Before I lay down on the floor
I'm healthy, wealthy, famous and tough
I wanna sing for ever more.

Mmmmmmmmmmmmmm
Wait for my next world tour -
Mmmmmmmmmmmmmm
Though it may seem a bore.

Rumour builds more rumours while the
Paparazzi don't care
Lies flash across the sky while the
Frogs are hopping everywhere.

I won't marry Guy if you say so
Only if I really want to
I won't sell my child's first photo
Like Posh and Beckham do.

Mmmmmmmmmmmmmm
We'll come to England's shores
Mmmmmmmmmmmmmm
We can do more things than before.

Let the music wash over you
Wash it all over you
Forget Bush and Al Gore
So that we can be free once more
Safer than we were before
Now we're on England's shores.

Mmmmmmmmmmmmmm
Mmmmmmmmmmmmmm

Before you decide that I've had enough
Before deciding to close the door.
If you're waiting for my retirement, well tough
I'm gonna sing for ever more.

Mmmmmmmmmmmmmm
Wait for my next world tour.
Mmmmmmmmmmmmmm
Though it may seem a bore

Before you decide that I can't act
Before deciding to close the door.
Will I give it up ? Well, as a matter of fact
I'll be a star for ever more.

Wait for my next world tour -
Though it may seem a bore.

Mmmmmmmmmmmmmm
Mmmmmmm

� Josh Deb Barman 2000 1