Made me kiss you with a whisper And violently you swung through an unfamiliar tongue Couldn't listen to tradition Grab me by the wrist to silently insist
Anticipation has the habit to set you up For disappointment in evening entertainment but Tonight there?ll be some love Tonight there?ll be a ruckus, yeah
[Music by: P. Wagner] [Lyrics by: P. Wagner] Harold Walker was a banker He drove a Mercerdes-Benz He was a well respected, rich, young man He'd got a
Contagious, like the rhythm of a record through my mind Played slowly to emphasize the condition of a dead line. So hopeless so let the record play
(Instrumental)
When I was a child my family would travel Down to Western Kentucky where my parents were born And there's a backwards old town that's often remembered
I've been a bad boy, I've been long gone I've been out there, I never phone home I never gave you not one little clue where I'd been I've been a bad boy
Well, every time I try to love another I never know exactly what to do I'd like to tell her just how much I want her And I could find the way if she were
Well,I packed my bags and bought myself a ticket For the land of the tall palm tree Aloha Old Milwaukee, Hello Waikiki I just stepped down from the airplane
One evening getting dark We first met at the park Just sitting by the fountain all alone I lifted up my hat And then began to chat She said she'd allow
Barley malts and does eat oats and little girls are lively And your liveliness has left me in a brew So I'm sitting here just drinking beer Cause there
He stumbled through the alley with his long coat on Nothing but a bottle in his hand She sat in her apartment lonesome to the bone Wondering what had
I just found out yesterday that Linda goes to Mars Every time I sit and look at pictures of used cars She'll turn on her radio and sit down in her chair
Sailin' around, sailin' around, sailin' around, I've been out sailin' around again I've been sailin' around But I can't get back to you. Hangin' around
Winter came by my bedroom today Falling in rows and covering the lane Morning shone on my windows today Passing the time I slumber away, to kill all the
Late in the afternoon, October Lights be coming on soon Late in the afternoon, a little older Be turning the clocks back soon But you can't turn the clocks
(Gold/Lloyd/Echolette) FOR INKA Acrobats & Comets are floating by so fast Children's faces S.M.I.L.E. like suns at last Lilac butterflies are cruising
FZ: Blow your harmonica, son
