Monday, Tuesday, Wednesday, Thursday Friday, Saturday, Sunday If you're troubled and you can't relax Close your eyes and think I'm this If the room exploding
She sang the best she'd ever sang She couldn't ever sing any better A Mr. Davidson never rang She knew he would forget her She'd seen him there And put
The [Incomprehensible] with dynamic tension Can turn into a piece of [Incomprehensible] I'm a million ages past you A million years behind you too A
Henry Pond had no fun Had a face like a currant bun This adolescent little fella Was nicknamed by his friends, 'Old Yella' The doctors gave him creams
Our love was Our love was famine, frustration We only acted out an imitation Of what real love should have been And then suddenly Our love was flying
You take away the breath I was keeping for sunrise You appear and the morning looks drab in my eyes And then again I'll turn down love, having seen you
Relax and settle down Let your mind go 'round Lay down on the ground And listen to the sound Of the band, hold my hand Open up your mind We'll love right
Me and my brother were talkin' to each other 'Bout what makes a man, a man Was it brain or brawn, or the month you were born We just couldn't understand
The Redchins in their millions Will overspill their borders And chaos then will reign in our Rael The country of my fathers A proud land overloaded Like
Once upon a time there lived an old miser man By the name of Silas Stingy He carried all his money in a little black box Which was heavy as a rock With
. Your mother made you stay in, When she saw you going out with me, You'll say you'll take the dog out, Then you sneak out here to me. If your parents
Separates and lingerie, seven pairs of shoes Lots of Woolworth's makeup, a pair of Black Watch trews Your out-of-tune piano, sentimental photographs A
Armenia, city in the sky The sky is glass, the sea is brown And everyone is upside-down Armenia, city in the sky Armenia, city in the sky Freak out! Freak out
: Me and my brother were talking to each other 'Bout what makes a man a man Was it brain or brawn, or the month you were born We just couldn't understand
: I know you've deceived me, now here's a surprise I know that you have 'cause there's magic in my eyes I can see for miles and miles and miles and
: Our love was ... Our love was famine, frustration We only acted out an imitation Of what real love should have been Then suddenly ... Our love was
: Henry Pond had no fun Had a face like a currant bun This adolescent little fella Was nicknamed by his friends "Old Yella" The doctors gave him creams
: I'm a million ages past you A million years behind you too A thousand miles up in the air A trillion times I've seen you there Your hair is golden
