[spoken] "Bang, the little drummer takes a solo, reaching his young hands all over traps and kettles and cymbals and foot-peddle BOOM in a fantastic crash of sound – but what will happen?"
The dance halls are dark now The ballrooms are closed No wax for my needle and I don't suppose You'll be swinging by anytime soon Singing that same so-so tune Nobody's playing No-one's been paid The music's all stopped and You never said you could Wait from September to June Singing that same so-so tune While brothers are fighting and working to rule Here's a tired, sentimental old song It goes: 'Ooh, baby, baby Treating me wrong' We'll be back where we belong before long (It's the beat of the heart) (It's the beat of the heart) (It's the beat of the heart) (It's the beat of the heart) (It's the beat of the heart)
While brothers are fighting and working to rule Here's a tired, sentimental old song It goes: 'Ooh, baby, baby Treating me wrong' We'll be back where we belong before long I've heard all the stories It's wild and it's new Hot sounds in the city But what can I do? Might as well shoot for the moon Singing that same so-so tune Singing that same so-so tuneTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
