Into the battle the dunce is gonna dance around the circle Gettin’ near a fire the drums will play the same old song Shopping and revering ‘em all into the mall you hear the style call so you keep on shakin’ your bums until the leaders gong Let’s go together in a place that’s far beyond the sun over the great Orion and load our guns Shoot all your bolt against the chart Imagination’s your dart It tears apart Once I met the man who had the manners of a caveman his untrustworthy eyes said “why do you sing along?” I’m just like a bird and from my birth I like the brave men so I don’t tell no lies I sing like I’m ringing a ding dong Feet down to the ground Hands up to the sun That’s why the mountain told me to keep the volume high That’s why the Quentin told me That’s why the Long Train told me That’s why Dean Martin told me That’s why the Mountain told me to keep the volume highTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
