Текст (слова) песни: Trash Can Sinatras - Thrupenny Years
That reminds me of the time I felt It`s time for sin and catholic guilt Two years later to the day I had reason to confess With her hair a shining shade Of bus-conductress blonde Tales of music and movement Were told in grip and groan But to put these thoughts In songs like theirs Of the honest truth There`d be no trace Just lying out loud
Meanwhile back here in wonderland A sorry sight with flowers in hand Pours his heart out till his thirst For college girls is satisfied Standing there with ego Proudly on tip-toe All the time I`m thinking Well, well, here we go Another perfect song of grief Brings the house down to its knees By dying out loud
One more awful dancer Steptoe`s son a song and dance of love When I think of soap operas And what makes them so popular The answer`s posing in front of my eyes
Here comes our hero in hand-me-downs Strutting to the strain of `Send in the Clowns` Troops his true colours When no-one`s around And his desk-top tales Are the best around but Putting pain to paper reads Like a lunge at fame and greed Just crying out loud
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