I got sunburnt waiting for the jets to land Circus people with hairy little hands Come on boys strike up the army band I got sunburnt waiting for the
All you see are endless skies, like an ocean lit by fireflies With a long deep breath, I speak my heart Saying things I'm not sure just what they are
As a child I went wild when a band played How I ran to the man when his hand swayed Clarinets were my pets and a slide trombone I thought was simply divine
Ne dites pas que ce garcon etait fou Il ne vivait pas comme les autres c'est tout Et pour quelles raisons etranges Les gens qui n'sont pas comme nous
King Tee's drunk again, yo, check this out, aww shit, aw shit I wanna dedicate this song to all them motherfuckers out there That, that, that perpentratin
I won't cut my beard and I won't change my hair It grows like fancy flowers but it grows nowhere My hair, my hair If I could build my house just like
Grandpa had a piano it was built in 1904 He brought it down from Sydney town before the First World War He'd sit down and crack his knuckles put his glasses
Heyyyy Yeahhhhh Ok I saw you at the bus stop You had on a haulter top And your mini skirt And your doony in your purse So I turn around and swoop you
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It's nine o' clock on a Saturday the regular crowd shuffles in There's an old man sitting next to me Makin' love to his tonic and gin. He says, "Son can
Marian: Mama, a man with a suitcase followed me home. Mrs. Paroo: Oh--Who? Marian: I never saw him before. Mrs. Paroo: Did he say anythin'? Marian
The piano player?s dead Someone shot him in the head I want to make sweet love to his fucking music Who would've wanted the show to end this early? I
So far from me, stands a man known as disease. He's checking out the hands of the people that he meets. And now, you just don't see me anymore. oh, I
When I find myself watching the time I never think about All the funny things you said I feel like it's dead Where is it leading me now? I turn around
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It's nine o'clock on a Saturday the regular crowd shuffles in There's an old man sitting next to me Makin' love to his tonic and gin He says, Son