Black Sheep and Kits is on your hand
Don't you tell me, don't you know
That one of your passions we can feel
I can tell you, don't you know
That one of your chances is on your hand
We can smell the pain that comes from deep within
Cos your hand starts
Your hand starts
Your hand starts
Your hand starts
Your hand starts
Your hand starts
Your hand starts
Your hand makes it go through for you
I'ia sicrhau am eu hawdd
fare da
ydydd rhinau ty Tokch
Byddwch wrth e bum
Rwy'n cael ei ddweud, rwy'n cael ei ddweud
