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
Oversættelse: Trafik. Dear Mr. Fantasy.
Berkshire Poppies (Winwood/Capaldi) So many people with nothing to do Hundreds of buildings that block out my view Watched by a tramp with a hole in
(Capaldi) As the evening sun goes down The Dealer shuffles into town Makes a note of what's a float And spinning 'round he'll cut your throat In the
(Winwood/Capaldi/Wood/Mason) [Instrumental]
(Winwood/Capaldi/Mason/Wood) Turn around every way, looking back another day The race is on, I'm out to win, before I start I must begin Here we go
(Mason) I looked to the sky Where an elephant's eye Was looking at me From a bubblegum tree And all that I knew The hole in my shoe Was letting in water
(Winwood/Capaldi/Wood) You ride on the swing in and out of the bars Capturing moments of life in a jar Playing with children, acting as stars Guiding
(Winwood/Capaldi/Wood) Yesterday I was a young boy Searching for my way Not knowing what I wanted Living life from day to day 'Till you came along There
(Dave Mason) Seems that I had just to stay The birds have flown, the sky's turned gray The bees have ruffled by the flowers Plastic plants that never
(Mason) My bed is made of candy floss, the house is made of cheese It's lit by lots of glow-worms; if I'm wrong correct me please. The village is a
(Winwood/Capaldi) I'm looking for a girl who has no face She has no name, or number And so I search within his lonely place Knowing that I won't find
(Winwood/Capaldi) Well you think you had a good time With the boy that you just met Kicking sand from beach to beach Your clothes all soaking wet But
(Winwood/Capaldi/Wood) Do yourself a favor Wake up to your mind Life is what you make it You see but still your blind Get yourself together, give before
(Dave Mason) Everything really is stupidly simple And yet all around is utter confusion Fairy tales written may help you to see it Do you understand
the DJ's rock The hands got to clappin, the fingers got to snappin E and I was coolin, with his mans, he was snappin In and out of fantasies on how large
: [Originally by Traffic] Dear Mister Fantasy play us a tune Something to make us all happy Do anything take us out of this gloom Sing a song, play