Song Stories

And I'm not the kind that likes to tell you Just what I want to do I'm not the kind that needs to tell you

Oh, the queen of peace Always does her best to please

Destined to be, lonely old me Whoops-a-daisy, I thought I was happy, oh

Keep on chasing down that rainbow You'll never know what you might find

I remember T-shirt weather I remember some days We were singing our lungs out in the backseat together

Now I've sold all your records 'Cause they give me the fear Funny how it seems to me now That you were never here

This ain't no party, this ain't no disco This ain't no fooling around No time for dancing, or lovey dovey I ain't got time for that now

She wore a raspberry beret The kind you find in a secondhand store. And if it was warm, she wouldn’t wear much more.

You win, you lose, you sing the blues There's no point in buying concrete shoes I refuse

So free up the cheaper seats Here comes a Greek Tragedy

You gotta gift man, go and be something If I was in your shoes, I would be jumping

It's there 24 hours a day, the thing is that it divides the two communities, but every Saturday night hundreds of people go out down town just go out clubbin