Track byMobile Melody Series
Fed up with your indigestion Swallow words one by one Your folks got high at a quarter to five Don't you feel your growing up undone Nothing but the local DJ He said he had some songs to play What went down from his fooling around Gave hope and a brand new day Imagine all the girls Ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah And the boys Ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah And the strings Eee eee eee eee eee eee eee eee And the drums the drums the drums the drums the drums the drums the drums the drums the drums the drums the drums the drums Oh Nothing was the same again All about where and when Blowing our minds in our life unkind Gotta love the bpm When the smoke was all baton Remember how this begun We wore his love like a hand in a glove Where the future plays it all night long Nothin but the girls Ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah And the boys Ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah And the strings Eee eee eee eee eee eee eee eee And the drums And the drums the drums the drums the drums the drums the drums the drums the drums the drums the drums the drums the drums the drums the drums the drums the drums the drums the drums the drums Imagine all the girls Ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah And the boys Ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah And the strings Eee eee eee eee eee eee eee eee And the drums Ah ah ah ah ah ah ah oh All the girls Ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah And the boys Ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah And the strings Eee eee eee eee eee eee eee eee And the drums the drums the drums the drums