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Reed Lou Spanish Fly Live In Spain

: Standing on the corner, suitcase in my hand Jack is in his corset, Jane is her vest And me, I'm in a rock'n'roll band Ridin'a Stutz Bearcat, Jim

: They call you ecstasy nothing ever sticks to you Not velcro, not scotch tape not my arms dipped in glue Not if I wrap myself in nylon a piece

: Caught between the twisted stars the plotted lines the faulty map that brought Columbus to New York Betwixt between the East and West he calls on

: Satellite's gone up to the skies Thing like that drive me out of my mind I watched it for a little while I like to watch things on TV Satellite

: Why do you talk, why do you waste time Saying the same old thing, it should be a crime You never listen, instead you stammer As though you're interesting

Why do you talk, why do you waste time Saying the same old thing, it should be a crime You never listen, instead you stammer As though you're interesting

They tied his arms behind his back, to teach him how to swim They put blood in his coffee and milk in his gin They stood over the soldier, in the midst

They call you ecstasy nothing ever sticks to you Not velcro, not scotch tape not my arms dipped in glue Not if I wrap myself in nylon a piece of

Maybe I should go and live in Amsterdam in a side street in a big canal spend my evenings in the Van Gogh Museum what a dream, Van Gogh Museum Maybe