There is a man in a faraway land Who's been pretty lucky for an average man. He likes to think he's pretty cool A person of taste nobody's fool
And if you ask him he'll tell no lie He doesn't like pain, and he doesn't care to die He likes the feel of sun on skin Money in his pocket any way he can
Now is he running after the fantasies of life Is he just running after the fantasies of life
Fantasy
Now he knows there's a lot of bad men And a few bad ladies now and again Wouldn't want his kids dying of hunger But time shoots on he's not getting any younger
And though it grieves his heart to see all this hurt There's a vein in his neck just itchin to spurt So he's wasting no time in being a saviour Anyone needs saving he'll do himself the favour
Now is he running after the fantasies of life Is he just running after the fantasies of lifeTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
