Bombay 77 Bombay Street

Sitting under the palm trees in the shade
Busking out to make a little money
We don't care if we ain't getting paid
It's all about our little journey
In our shoes are many little holes
In our pockets only a little money
But we'll take each day as it falls
We're gonna tell another story
And everywhere we go
People always know

Here I come, here we go
Playing music on the way to Bombay
A perfect song, a perfect soul
It's a perfect Monday
Feel awake feel the wind in our face
I'm sure my heart is in the right place
Oh oh, oh oh oh

Making up a drum beat on the shore
The little kids are singing to the rhythm
So we'll keep on playing encores
And all we ever need we're given
And everywhere we go
People always know