Well, there ain’t no,
Ain’t no
Ain’t no telling, baby
When you will see me again, but I pray
It will be tomorrow.
Well, the sunrise
Sunrise
Is burning my eyes, baby
I must leave now, but I really hope
To see you tomorrow
Well my house is, oh, such a sad mile away,
The feeling there always hangs up my day
Oh, Cleopatra, She’s driving me insane,
She’s trying to put my body in her brain.
Well, I’m standing here, freezing, inside your golden garden
Uh got my ladder, leaned up against your wall
Tonight’s the night we planned to run away together
Come on Dolly Mae, there’s no time to stall
But now you’re telling me…
I think we better wait till tomorrow
Hey, yeah, hey
(I think we better wait till tomorrow)
Girl, what ‘chu talkin’ ’bout ?
It’s very far away
It takes about a half and a day to get there
If we travel by my uh, dragon-fly
No it’s not in Spain
But all the same you know, it’s a groovy name
And the wind’s just right.
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.
