Kicking up the past the dusting of the ash
The temperature is soaring till the radios
Breaks come on (in the highest house in the whole city)
When the radial cracks and the mail is sacked
And rusty old bear has got to think meadows, meadows,
Meadows, meadows, madames, meadows, and all the finest things
Listen it's a billion an ape
Got a million tons (of monkeys) great
Let's celebrate with the lights
Down low (said the hunter to the thief)
Oh oh night breaks on everyone oh
Oh (thought the thief without the gun)
I hope I think of something better think of
Something quick (the old hunter remembered)
Yeller had a beautiful girl who made her bellows the same
And then a girl on a flame (on fire)
A virtuoso come on (those were the days)
I can't imagine a flame I can't imagine the frauds
I can't imagine the shirt so better think of meadows, meadows,
Meadows, meadows, madames, meadows, and all the finest things
Thinking on the medical mile it was a medical mile
It was a horrible (and Transatlantic) tile come on
Night breaks on everyone
You got a cake for your birthday
And it's all on your chest and it's
All on your chest and you got tears
For the rest of the year
Oh that happens to everyone
Of love to lie down striking out upon my face
When you think in love when you think in love when you think in love
And realize the night breaks on
Everyone, everyone, and everyone but me
I hope I think of something better think of something quick
(Note: The words in parenthesis are not
Said but are listed on the lyric sheet.)