Somewhere up in your Noggin
There lies a big toboggan
sliding down the merrypole
with Uncle Aladdin
Somewhere on the course of life
lies the green
with the 18th hole
if you know what I don't mean
Sometimes there is a fish
caught in a loop
You got the squinties
and everytime I play it loud
but I got the rhythm that is keeping you
my child
No comments:
Post a Comment