Tekst :

Flying through the night in a beat up wagon
A mike stand up my jacksy
Give me a beer and I’ll stand on a chair
And slip into something sexy
Black cat woolwich, the tiger’s head
The cafe des artistes, the revolution and the bag o’ nails

I’ll see you down the speak’
Your ma said you slept real good in your food last nigth
But you couldn’t hold it down
And you broke up a damn good fight
Ligging at the old marquee, spinning jack a line
Even he knew better than me, back in sixty nine

Sixty nine, sixty nine
Sixty nine, sixty nine

On the road to paradiso
Back of your head, got to pay some dues
Rugged looked down as the thames swallowed
His life at the boathouse, kew
Hot girls, no ac, cheap tv, sleep on the floor
Hallelujah what’s a roadie, hush my baby sleep no more

Dietro la collina, quella laggiù
in fondo, là confina il mondo
dove son partito, dove sto tornando,
tutto stà chiamando.
Ho fatto un gran giro, parlo altre
lingue, però la mia qual è
è quella del coro o il sangue che scorre in me.
Dietro la collina, li conosco bene,...

You live ten miles down a dusty road
You gotta pull back, gonna overload
I make you sing like a mocking bird
You better hurry better hear my word

You are a wide receiver
And you re magnificent
A disbeliever, won t you let me vent

I gotta notion you will stay for a while
I gotta potion...

My vulcanos are erupting constantly
I hear mountains crumble inside of me
I heardly eat mixed with a lack of sleep
My anger s taking me closer to insanity
But now I figured out what I shall do
I should take her away from you...

It doesn t really matter, the things you say to me
Cause if I had a ladder, up there is where I d be
Outta here where the air is cold, you re messing with my mind
Hey! You do it every time, Hey! And the season...

She looked at me and did the bosa nova
I smiled at her and then just walked away
then the lights came on and it was over
to my surprise, she wasn t a girl at all
so I packed it up and took to a...