Young Fathers – Fevers Worse lyrics

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Give me something classic
Wrap it up in plastic
Don’t forget to pack it
Pack it, Pack it
Give me something classic
Wrap it up in plastic
Don’t forget to pack it
Pack it, Pack it

My fever’s worse
My fever’s worse
My fever’s worse
My fever’s worse (give me something)
My fever’s worse (give me something)
My fever’s worse (Oooh)

Selectively indigenous
That’s what you call a genius
Making it original, original, original
Pyrotechnic overtures
Splendid, dancing curvatures
She said lick my (uhh)
While I paint my nails
Do my toes
P-p-paint my nails

Give me something, My fever’s worse
Give me something, My fever’s worse (Oooh)
Give me something, My fever’s worse
Give me something, My fever’s worse (Oooh)
Aye (x13) (Tell me something classic)

Stumble to your plummet with the victim of revolver
Tragedy appears when it’s out of order
The green goblin always comes in abundance
Through the mouth, the heart shall speak
Riding with my trusted steed
Giddy giddy giddy giddy giddy giddy up, yup
Then the beggar says “Where you going with my gumdrop?”
Gum gum, gum, gum gum, my gumdrop (word)

Clean surface, dirty cocktail
Complimentary drink from Mister Rockwell
Opening doors so you don’t touch hell
Friendly staff and personnel
American cigarettes, smoke in silhouettes
Cary Grant would’ve loved chat on the internet
Exchange the guns at the range
Come ride my horse or private plane

My fever’s worse (give me something)
My fever’s worse (give me something) (Oooh)
My fever’s worse (giddy giddy giddy giddy giddy giddy up)
My fever’s worse (giddy giddy giddy giddy giddy giddy up) (Oooh)
Aye (x13) (Tell me something classic)

Word (x8)