Lyrics Olive Oil - Happy Mondays

Which one of you, has got to be so sad for what'd ya look ashamed about?
Always on downer, that just sounds like you
And you're waiting for some things to jump out of that tree
And out of hundreds, a piece for free, I'm so green
I've got to be seen to believe
I had to ask Mr. Fixit

Everybody on this stagecoach likes robbin' an' bashin'
Big blacks and blonds smokin' miles and miles of hash
That's sweet
The bigger the tree, the better the time

Yeah, I can see now, how you're looking for someone still
A lot more funkier, a lot more, oh
Well, that's the way it seems is what the way you are

Used to pinging at a room and a roof drops in
And said 'ello goodbyes and a few months later your mine
At this rate, even sooner
Still a lot more funkier, still a lot more you