I just want to talk to you
I won’t uh, do you no harm
I just want to know about your diff’rent lives
On this is here people farm
I heard some of you got your families
Living in cages tall and cold
And some just stay there and dust away
Past the age of old.
[Announcer:] Good evening, ladies and gentlemen.
Welcome to radio station EXP.
Tonight we are featuring an interview
with a very peculiar looking gentleman
who goes by the name of Mr. Paul
Corusoe on the dodgy subject of are
there or are there not flying saucers
or UFOs?
Hey! Hey! Hey! Hey
Look at the sky turn a hell fire red
Somebody’s house is burnin’ down down, down down
Down, down, down.
Well I asked my friend where is that black smoke comin’ from ?
He just coughed and changed the subject and said oh wa I think it might
Snow some
So I left him sippin’ his tea an’ I jumped in my chariot
And rode off to see just why and who could it be this time.
Rainy day, rain all day
Ain’t no use in gettin’ uptight
Just let it groove its own way
Let it drain your worries away yeah
Lay back and groove on a rainy day hey
Lay back and dream on a rainy day
Lay back and groove on a rainy day
Lay back
Oh yeah !
So down and down and down and down
and down and down we go.
Hurry my darling we mustn’t be late
for the show.
Neptune champion games to an aqua
world is so very dear.
“Right this way,” smiles a mermaid,
I can hear Atlantis full of cheer.
