Van Morrison
Street Theory
From - The Philosopher's Stone
Come on out child
We gonna ring doorbells and run 
Come on out child, child
We gonna ring doorbells and run
We gonna shake up the neighborhood 
Lord, we're bound to have some fun
We can take a plane to Paris 
Lord, we can fly to Rome
We can take a plane to Paris 
Lord, we can fly to Rome
I get a lump in my throat every time I go back home 
I'm gonna go to church on Sunday
Just like my mama did 
I'm gonna go to church on Sunday
Just like my mama did 
We gonna put everything up front
'Cause there's nothing that we wanna keep in 
We gonna put everything up front
'Cause there's nothing that we wanna keep in 

I'm gonna go to church on Sunday
Just like my mama did 
I'm gonna go to church on Sunday
Just like my mama did 
We gonna put everything up front
'Cause there's nothing that we wanna keep in 
We gonna put everything up front
'Cause there's nothing that we wanna keep in 

Come on out child
We gonna ring doorbells and run 
Come on out child, child
We gonna ring doorbells and run
We gonna shake up the neighborhood
Lord, we're bound to have some fun
We gonna shake up the neighborhood
Lord, we're bound to have some fun 

Come on out child
Come on out child, child
Come on out, come on out, come on out child
Come on out child
Come on out child, child
Come on out child, child
Come on out child
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