nights in Rio De Janeiro with no sounds of buses No ambulance, no police sirens to interrupt my silence Mucho trabajo poquito dinero Means I work hard and I have no money Playin' my guitar
He forces up a sneer Though he'd rather have a milk shake He keeps forcing down the beer Just another folkie, late in coming down the pike Riding his guitar
Mister Fantasy play us a tune Something to make us all happy Do anything take us out of this gloom Sing a song, play guitar, make it snappy Yeah [guitar
Ayo Stan, Dre layed the tracks, I'm laying the vocals We need some guitar that rocks, know what I'm saying? So 'um, let's do this She's a rich girl,
Dear Mr. Fantasy play us a tune Something to make us all happy Do anything, take us out of this gloom Sing a song, play guitar, make it snappy You are
my only chance, if I were wearing Ernie's pants I wish my eyes were, wish my eyes were... I wish my eyes were Ernie's, I wish it could be true I fantasize
hard 'Cause I'm the line You are one fix mean girl Starting to bleed through I'm not one of those people That fucks without needles Wake up! I did it all for you Your sick fantasy
you until you turn to blue We're shocking you see what we're gonna do Look out it's like electricity Don't think it's fantasy The sound of guitar is
fantasy For we no longer care enough to even disagree Everybody envies us and the way we get along But just between the two of us we know our love is gone [ guitar
day I cry a lonely tear a tear of love especially just for you Until my fantasy becomes reality I'll keep on dreaming until my dreams come true [ guitar
industry's standards got ya'll tainted But you're paraded and playded got you devastated and hated So fuck it so sick of the mainstreams and fantasy
mine Swimming is a 'lude Wine opens your mind Your guitar's a race car Sex is your best friend What's your dirty answer? My fantasies are unloved histories
at your command Planet keep on turnin? Planet keep on goin? round Illegal marijuana Better give that man a cigar Let?s go hear him play the guitar
would? I mean . . . Don: At last night, that's . . . Ray: That's when he starts in with the guitar . . . ? Don: Now look . . . Ray: Then he comes in with his guitar
pirate plunderers Doesn't mean I ain't got no fight now Just because I don't got a gun The lyrical is heavier than lead And this guitar is my canon
. Fantasy, play us a tune Something to make us all happy Do anything, take us out of this gloom Sing a song, play guitar, make it snappy Dear Mr. Fantasy
Happiness, been no friend to me But forever after ain't what it's all cracked up to be Yeah, I had a taste, you were my fantasy But I almost lost my faith