Tekster:
The Jam Gift

Move, move, I've got the gift of life Can't you see it in the twinkle of my eye I can't stand up and I can't sit down I gotta keep movin', I gotta keep

Move move I've got the gift of life Can't you see it in the twinkle of my eye I can't stand up and I can't sit down I gotta keep movin' I gotta keep

Letting loose the lunatics - wasn't the greatest of ideas Giving them plans and money to squander - Should have been the worst of our fears The dream

Ordinary people don't get time to think not that it's their fault cos you have to hustle and bustle about your work just to make sure the food gets bought

Hello darlin' - I'm home again Covered in shit and aches and pains Too knackered to think so give me time to come round Just gimme the living room beat

If you gave me a fresh carnation I would only crush it's tender petals With me you'll have now escape And at the same time there'll be nowhere to settle

Better stop dreaming of the quiet life - cos it's the one we'll never know And quit running for that runaway bus - cos those rosey days are few And -

Come hear, the moon is calling The witching hour draws near Come hear the bell is tolling Mortals run in fear Prepare the altar now And hear the virgins

Some where in this sprawling metropolis, another job for The Incredibles Ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha The Incredibles The Incredibles The Incredibles