Testo Moyet

I was walking down the road, And I picked up a little bowl, And I made me a seat, And everybody I meet wanna know how many can sit on that seat. Some says one, and it?s more yet. Some says two, and it?s more yet. Some says three, and it?s more yet. Some says four, and it?s more yet. Some says five, and it?s more yet. Some says six, and it?s more yet. Some says seven, and it?s more yet. Some says eight, and it?s more yet. Some says nine, and it?s more yet. Some says ten, and it?s more yet. That was the end of my friend, And all the men that could sit on that bowl. His name was More Yet, and his name was More Yet It was More Yet, it was More Yet.