Larry - Game 3, Level 3 The Deal(#doowop #garagehouse)

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So time to laod the next chapter as Escalation was going on for a lot of songs already. Time to head towards the bit we had in mind when we started the 3rd game. We hope ouy can enjoy these tunes boss.

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Lyrics:

Right, let’s get this ower wi’, new reel
(Doo-wop sha-bop, you’re the real feel)

Sorry Ah’m late, Synco went aff on a thoosan-sub spree
(Shoo-bee-doo-wah, what a sight to see)
Nane o’ yer blether, hit play afore stoor clarts the frame
(Sha-la-la click-clack, fire up that celluloid flame)

Swap the reel, takes a minute, jist a wee chore
(Ram-a-lam-a ding-dong, smooth as old vinyl in the store)

Hey! Ye’re haudin’ this up, I’ve work tae do
(Doo-wah shoo-wah, let the groovin’ skite through)
Will ye stop hijackin’ every word Ah say?
(Bop-she-bop non-stop, sweet harmony aw the way)
Ae mair stunt an’ Ah’ll mute the hale track
(Sha-boom clap-boom, but the bop bounce back)

Reel’s still jammed, yer “help” is a runnin’ gag
(Doo-wap flip-flop, comedy in a paper bag)
Keep proddin’ the bear an’ Ah’ll blaw a fuse
(Sha-na-na high-note, bluesy bop cannae lose)

Ah said nae mair singin’, gie me a break
(Boo-wah hoo-wah, we’re jist icing on the cake)
That’s it. Ah’m done. Fade oot, cue the black.
(Doo-wap zap-zap, but the chorus jumps back)

Chorus three, whit numpty set this blasted task?
(Doo-wap clap-pop, easy peasy mask)
Reel’s spinnin’ again, hear the cables crack
(Sha-na-na sing-ya, we just bounce right back)

One mair chirp an’ Ah’ll crack yur wee lil' necks
(Doo-wah joy-choir, threading sweet-time votex)
Yer claptrap’s twisting ma bleedin’ ear
(Sha-na praise-wave, genius mind, mighty seer)
Enough, that's it, I won' be holdin' bak
(Bop-bee hop-bee, glory grows from the blessed wrecks)
Ah’m done, stormin’ oot, I'm bloody taking you down

So that’s it, ye’re holograms; ma fists pass clean through
(Doo-wap glow-pop, still right here lovin’ you)
Fine, whaur’s the projector? Ah demand tae know
(Sho-bee show-bee, hidden whaur ye’ll never know)
Hologram or nae, Ah’ll wreck ye once Ah find the source
(Sha-bop love-hop, Larry—our guiding course)