Doyathing Lyrics & Chords By Gorillaz

(2-D)
I'm a pale imitator of a boy in the sky
With a cap in his head and a knot in his tie
I'm the light in the mall when the power is gone
A shadow in a corner
Just playin' along!
I'm gonna lay in my bed, I'm rolling aside
But if a get a car
A moment to ride
Because I know if I ever tear living with you

You've got a holding chain
And you don't know what to do!
You'd stop!

(James Murphy)
You wanna do it
But you don't know what you doin' baby (Alright, how are we doin'?)
A-a-a-a-aha
You wanna feel it,
But you don't know what you're feeling tonight!
And if you're thinking
And I don't know what you're thinking baby
A-a-a-a-aha
You go on thinking
And you gonna make it alright! (Alright, how do you do?)

(2-D)
I’m impregnable, incredible, the setting of quo
I’m at Lay Chimirida, not a heart and soul
I got a Saturday night, and nothing is dead
And if I ever had to do it, well, you know I wouldn’t care
I just kicked down, I love when I’m seen
Yeah, and if I’m on a tour back, the message is free
Then there’s a fire, a ray, a knot in sight
And if you get popped here, you get ‘em a lot
You get a heart

(James Murphy)
You wanna (bake) do it
But you don't know what you doin' baby (Alright, how are we doin'?)
A-a-a-a-aha
You wanna feel it,
But you don't know what you're feeling tonight!
And if you're thinking
And I don't know what you're thinking baby
A-a-a-a-aha
You go on thinking
And you gonna make it alright! (Alright, how do you do?)

(André 3000)
Every time we try, we get nowhere
But wouldn't it be nice if we were just normal people, yeah
Trying so hard to act like we don't care
But it's true, you do, nothing is left
So I guess I'm right!

New word, onomatopoeia (boom)
Quit acting like you don't wanna be here.
Fuck around and get jumped like Lee
Get glocced in the club, make ya really wanna leave me-a-lone.
Get off and gone, gone
OK, OK, OK back to the happy song
Rap ain't nuttin' but the art talking ish
My girl look pretty up there, right here
My plaid pants, my solid future
Asinine ass, and a glorious cooch-er
I'm an outcast, but you're into me
Summer got mad cause winter blew me
That juicy fruit, that shplooshy-shploosh
Generation X on bloop de bloop
Get duked, got get duked, duked
Everybody hit the floor, we through the roof, ha!
Like a chimney, I commend me
How come it be
Some lame man, we can talk about
"Oh, he don't rap enough"
But yeah I rap a lot and I'm a wrap it up, ho
Ye ain' Scarface, ye ain' Willie D, ye ain' Bushwick, ye ain' killing me
Better play with' yo momitcha mama,
Bet you can't stay wi' yo momitchka mama
Keep sleeping on, I'm a rock my pajamas
In the daytime I swear, I promise
Dare a nigger say som', tear a nigga face off
How come blacks don't play baseball,
Y'all right, know y'all replace all this fly ish. Our state finn'ta take off.

Do ya damn thang, do ya thang-a-thang
Do ya damn thang, do ya thang-a-thang
Do ya damn thang, do ya thang-a-thang
Need fresh booty juice, given you that tang
Do ya damn thang, do ya thang-a-thang
Do ya damn thang, do ya thang-a-thang
Do ya damn thang, do ya thang-a-thang
But is ya really Slick Rick? No you Dana Dane

Bet it up, head-er up, a lava language, and the vocals volcanic
If it ain't fix, don't broke it, don't panic
If it ain't hits, it ain't shit, it's shit damn it
If it ain't this, it ain't dope, it don't flush
If it ain't hip, it don't hop, well then hush
Man, they sound like...
Man, they stole yo...
Man, they look like...
Nope it ain't us.

Do ya damn thang, do ya thang-a-thang
Do ya damn thang, do ya thang-a-thang
Do ya damn thang, do ya thang-a-thang
Is ya really Slick Rick? No you Dana Dane
Do ya damn thang, do ya thang-a-thang
Do ya damn thang, do ya thang-a-thang
Do ya damn thang, do ya thang-a-thang
Need fresh booty juice, given you that tang

Every time we try, we get nowhere
But wouldn't it be nice if we were just normal people, yeah
Trying so hard to act like we don't care (I don't care)
But it's true, you do, nothing is left
So I guess I'm right!