Well, if you think about it then you're a fool, yeah It's just a size and the mind that won't give you up And if I think about it, well, am I cool yet
It was painted red the stripe was white It was eighteen feet from the bow to the stern light Secondhand from a dealer in Atlanta I rode up with daddy
The man wrinkles his face But it's already worn The coffee is sour And the shirt is torn But the smile is bigger than the Atlantic sea It happens to
Paint my face in your magazines Make it look whiter than it seems Paint me over with your dreams Shove away my ethnicity Burn every notion that I May
We won't be sleeping on our own tonight The star that guides us Is still shining bright And in the darkness There will always be a light I think I know
Let me take you down ?Cause I'm going to Strawberry Fields Nothing is real And nothing to get hung about Strawberry Fields forever Living is easy with
May the good Lord be with you Down every road that you roam And may sunshine and happiness Surround you when you're far from home And may you grow to
I pack my case, I check my face I look a little bit older I look a little bit colder With one deep breath, and one big step I move a little bit closer
When I offer you survival You say it's hard enough to live It's not so bad, it's not so bad How do you know that you're right? I awoke on the roadside
{Yo Black What's up Street? Soup's ready Sure it's ready? I know it's ready Is the soup hot? Too hot Burnin' hot? Crazy hot What's in the soup? All the
Hey, hey, hey Hey now, there's a lovely girl And she's stealin' all your sheets Hey now, there's a lovely girl That's the kind of girl to meet, oh Hey
We're the futurists in the bistro Where the music is for weirdos We like it different, we like it strange In our own way we haven't changed I got my
I wish I had a mango tree in my backyard With you standin' next to me take the picture 'Cause from her lips I heard her say can I have you? Caught up
See her come down, through the clouds I feel like a fool I ain't got nothing left to give Nothing to lose So come on, love, draw your swords Shoot me
Goodbye to my Santa Monica dream Fifteen kids in the backyard drinking wine You tell me stories of the sea And the ones you left behind Goodbye to the
Just a spoon full of sugar makes the medicine go down Sweet Mary Jane, won't you lay me down? Lost my heart in California, lost my mind Shot me down with
Yeah I can't let you get away girl Ohh no I can't let you walk away girl Yeah I can't let you get away girl Ohh no I'll make good love one million times