Drinking stolen gin from the rich people's bar next door
and
Found a flaw in the ending of a book that
We're in a restless way when the fireflies come,
And they
Steal all the chandeliers down your street and call it
You won't count to seven
It's usually 'til ten
To hell with
All the cars down the bottom, windmill chasing
calling police so,
(Instrumental)
If you're seeking repair,
For figure eights in the ice in
With an envelope,
We'll enter buildings we might touch,
I've got souvenirs
[Instrumental]
(Four, three, two, one)
Don't hide the treasures you've found
To and fro from yours to Cecil St.
You wore the
Is this a fling? Its seven days and you're already
Stuck at your front gate
with some pictures I just want
