Текст песни Bi Yo Rhythm

The moss hangs like witches hair from the big oak tree

And from across the swamp there comes riding on the breeze

The sound -- the sound -- Bi-Yo rhythm -- Bi-Yo rhythm

The rooster is born a fighter

Wears those surgeon blades on his legs

Hot blood, cold eyes

Headed for an early grave

He moves -- he moves with the sound

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Bi-Yo rhythm -- Bi-Yo rhythm

The gator rides low in the water

But his eyes see everything

He watches the cities moving closer

Turning his home into a four lane

He moves -- he moves with the sound

He waits until it all comes down

Bi-Yo rhythm -- Bi-Yo rhythm