Tekster:
Whigs The Give Em All A Big Fat Lip

all the streets that end. On my way to walkin up round under street lamps. I said, I'll see 'em again. Round myself, I find you on a big jet plane. And

Walk outside in fifties frozen lakes. Walk outside man, hey I think I'll wait. And half the world and half the world away. Ay. Drift through dreams

Well I watched on CBS as Rudy made it, it's now on T.V. debut. And through all the big commotions it was clear that she was missing me too. And I try

what you wear. All your thoughts rolled up and down your sleeves. And I need to see a written invitation please. Yeah I need to see a written invitation please. Yeah I need to see a

Oh the weeds of my head, I'm combing them down. The shiny brown shoes, arriving again, I guess, arriving again, I guess. And she's a regular broad alone