She said we were ment to betied up in securityso
Jump boy Johnny got his head out of wackThose darn
December morning when the ship came sailing in,The sailor boys
she's got many more years, ahead of it all,there's a
Here in my room, in splendid isolationalone in the gloom,
The colour of loveIsn't black or whiteBut it's coloured you
My momma said 'Son you know you'll get nowhere,you'll never
Breaking out of school and we were kicking hard.A lot
I recall I called you up to ask you all
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