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Sister Dates Video (MV)




Performed By: Rob Mulders
Language: English
Length: 3:14
Written by: Rob Mulders




Rob Mulders - Sister Dates Lyrics




I'm on my way to the bar, I'm walking, no car
Better safe then sorry and it's not really that far
Beers, beers, beers, yeah, and later some chicken wings?
Dreaming outloud then my telephone rings

Son, it's you mother, good and bad news I'm afraid
Your evening is over cause your sister's got a date
Be a good brother, come home and don't be late
You'll be the chauffeur for your sister and her date

She's got a date, she's got a date
Kissing in the backseat while I wait
She's got a date, she's got a date
Should be drinking beer with my mate

I helped a friend, he would do the same
Liked it so much, bought me tickets to the game
Wearing our team's colors, looking like identical twins
One step outside then my telephone rings

I rather not be your brother, but our mother couldn't find another
No complaints, no funny games, no remains or funny stains

My sister's like a blister, an insister with her mister
A bad choice, stupid boys, allways destroy my fun and joys

They overdress, never impress, got no class
Colorless, moneyless, never the less
Their only guess is tits and ass

So I'm here, to make clear, drive low gear with my sister dear
While I'm near, peace in the rear, no cheer, you took my beer
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I'm on my way to the bar, I'm walking, no car
Better safe then sorry and it's not really that far
Beers, beers, beers, yeah, and later some chicken wings?
Dreaming outloud then my telephone rings

Son, it's you mother, good and bad news I'm afraid
Your evening is over cause your sister's got a date
Be a good brother, come home and don't be late
You'll be the chauffeur for your sister and her date

She's got a date, she's got a date
Kissing in the backseat while I wait
She's got a date, she's got a date
Should be drinking beer with my mate

I helped a friend, he would do the same
Liked it so much, bought me tickets to the game
Wearing our team's colors, looking like identical twins
One step outside then my telephone rings

I rather not be your brother, but our mother couldn't find another
No complaints, no funny games, no remains or funny stains

My sister's like a blister, an insister with her mister
A bad choice, stupid boys, allways destroy my fun and joys

They overdress, never impress, got no class
Colorless, moneyless, never the less
Their only guess is tits and ass

So I'm here, to make clear, drive low gear with my sister dear
While I'm near, peace in the rear, no cheer, you took my beer
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Writer: Rob Mulders
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