I'm so sorry to hear about the news, don't you worry I'll buy us a bottle and we'll drink in the petrol fumes I'm so sorry to hear about your world, don
been sprinkling the dust again danced with lady luck again broke all the rules in the book again oh yeah I gave myself a treat again told everyone in
Mother should know, father you should go Battered dreams, broken bones Living hell when he's at home Feel so much pain, I am not to blame Cannot move
If you go down in the gardens today you're in for a big surprise If you go down in the gardens today you won't believe your eyes 'Cos every punk 'n' skin
On a picnic morning, Without a warning, I looked at you, And somehow I knew . . . It must have been moonglow, Way up in the blue, It must have been moonglow
On a picnic morning Without a warning I looked at you And somehow I knew It must have been moonglow Way up in the blue It must have been moonglow That
If you go out in the woods today Be sure for a big surprise If you go out in the woods today You better go in disguise For every bear that ever there
When I find the living a bore There's a place I go I answer the call, go over a wall Where the crosses are all in a row I mind the trees, get down
If you go down to the woods today You're sure of a big surprise. If you go down to the woods today You'd better go in disguise! For ev'ry bear that
If you go out in the woods today You're sure of a big surprise If you go out in the woods today You'd better go in disguise For every bear that ever there
Un bisbiglio tra i rami, di querce invecchiate Il primo picnic con te, un po' isolati Perdona amore ma, ma resta qui Prepara tu intanto un volo e son
I saw it advertised one day, Bear Mountain picnic was comin' my way. "Come along 'n' take a trip, We'll bring you up there on a ship. Bring the wife and
Have I ever told you what I feel? About what's to come and why we live Ever since I was a little kid I've been cautious and I've sealed my lips But
Afterwards, it's like a dream You can't remember but it seems To stay alive inside your mind And prey upon your leisure time It happens in an open spot
She called my friend a picnic boy I never could stand that Oh she called my friend a picnic boy And said he was too fat I left her in the early morning
When I find the living a bore There's a place I go I answer the call Go over the wall Where the crosses are all in a row Mind the trees Get down on my
An alle nixblicker ich bin der picknicker werds dir erklaren doch dann mach erst den beat dicker das ist der bass und die snare schiesst ein loch durch
No, I don't suppose Downpour, downpour It always rains on a picnic Downpour, downpour Don't let go quite yet Downpour, downpour