on the ground The neighborhood gathers 'round Poor Mr. Dynamite Poor Mr. Dynamite Oh no I'd have mercy and pity on Poor Mr. Dynamite Hey where are you now Mr. Dynamite
Vertaling: Pop, Iggy. Mr Dynamite.
They call me Mr. Dynamite I blow things up in black and white An end to your charade A button I have made must be pushed There is no reason for the sky
: They call me Mr. Dynamite I blow things up in black and white An end to your charade A button I have made must be pushed There is no reason for the
They call me Mr. Dynamite I blow things up in black and white An end to your charade A button I have made must be pushed There is no reason for the
