Listening

Song of the day;;


She had my head on a plate
With her sweet and sour sauce
She was riding in her car
I was riding on my horse
Neck and neck along the road
Well, I have nothing left to hide
So, what a heck
Firefly cars, women rushing past
The road was long and the race was fast
Gradually I fell behind
It was the blind leading the blind
It was the blind leading the blind

Over the hills, over the prairies
Down in the Pampa, up in the tundra
And in Paris in spring, and in old Pekin
And in Kathmandu, and in Xanadu

I'm bursting out of the ocean
I'm bursting out of the ocean

Uh, uh, it was another gas station
Uh, uh, it was another you
Uh, uh, it was another gas station
Uh, uh, it was another you, and that's true
Babe, that's true
And that's true, babe, that's true

And give me this and give me that
I've got no need for your sad unattached
And give me this and give me that
I've got no need for your bipperty
Bipperty, bipperty hat
It just my horse and me
It just my horse and me
It just my horse and me

Over the hills, over the prairies
Up in the tundra, down in the Pampa
And in Paris in spring, and in old Pekin
And in Kathmandu, and in Xanadu
And in Timbuktu (what?)

I'm bursting out of the ocean
I'm bursting out of the ocean
I'm bursting out of the ocean
I'm bursting out of the ocean

Shoot out
Burst out
Drain it out

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Wake me

Out of the cold