CORRIGER LES PAROLES
Paroles : Who Do You Think You Are
You reach for the stars
Well who do you think you are?
You're not so different from me
Hey mister proto-human homo habilis
Hey mister proto-human homo habilis
Pay no attention to that big black obelisk
Mister proto-human homo habilis
Crack that bone, sharpen that stone
Hunt that tiger, catchin' that fire
Wanna know what's over that hill-top?
Not a lot
You reach for the stars
Well who do you think you are?
You're not so different from me, are you?
If you only knew what you're going to turn into
You'd climb back up the family tree
Hey mister proto-human homo habilis
Hey mister proto-human homo habilis
Pay no attention to that big black obelisk
Mister proto-human homo habilis
Crack that bone, sharpen that stonе
Hunt that tiger, blowin' that fire
(Okay, thank you)
Stay in your Rift Valley, еven if it is a blind alley
Put down that crudely fashioned tool, and don't be a fool
You reach for the stars
Well who do you think you are?
You're not so different from me, boy!
If you only knew what you're going to turn into
You'd climb back up the family tree
Hey mister proto-human homo habilis
Hey mister proto-human homo habilis
Pay no attention to that big black obelisk
Mister proto-human homo habilis
Well who do you think you are?
You're not so different from me
Hey mister proto-human homo habilis
Hey mister proto-human homo habilis
Pay no attention to that big black obelisk
Mister proto-human homo habilis
Crack that bone, sharpen that stone
Hunt that tiger, catchin' that fire
Wanna know what's over that hill-top?
Not a lot
You reach for the stars
Well who do you think you are?
You're not so different from me, are you?
If you only knew what you're going to turn into
You'd climb back up the family tree
Hey mister proto-human homo habilis
Hey mister proto-human homo habilis
Pay no attention to that big black obelisk
Mister proto-human homo habilis
Crack that bone, sharpen that stonе
Hunt that tiger, blowin' that fire
(Okay, thank you)
Stay in your Rift Valley, еven if it is a blind alley
Put down that crudely fashioned tool, and don't be a fool
You reach for the stars
Well who do you think you are?
You're not so different from me, boy!
If you only knew what you're going to turn into
You'd climb back up the family tree
Hey mister proto-human homo habilis
Hey mister proto-human homo habilis
Pay no attention to that big black obelisk
Mister proto-human homo habilis