You're sitting on a milk mornin' noon and night. Fantisizin' the American dream. You're lookin' pretty good and you've got yourself conviced. That the nightmare isn't a s bad as it seems. You try your best to hide yourself beneath your turned up collar. And a plastic bag is all you've got to show. And your books inside your shopping cart. Is probably the best education you're ever gonna know (Hmm). The guy in the Mercedes is just hard on with the dollar. Better grab it 'cause the signal's turnin' green. And while you're at it put the jug behind the picket fence. 'Cause the copper's driving past you lookin' mean. Institution,contribution,restitution,destitution. Doesn't mean a thing to you now. You're the freeway feature. For your audience are driving by. So maybe you should stand and take a bow.
Your living in desperation. And you never have felt complete. You live in anticipation. Of another day on the street,sing with me.
(Scatting by Scatman John)
You're sitting in the same spot. You want to go home. But there ain't no home but home on the range. You've forgotten what you look like and it looks like you've forgotten. That the look inside your eye is very strange. Ain't nothing left to hide. You're stripped of all your pride and all you feel inside. Is a hole a mile wide. You're the freedom desperado. And the perfect living model. Of a land that hasn't any good excuse.
Your living in desperation. And you never have felt complete. You live in anticipation. Of another day on the street,sing with me.
(Scatting by Scatman John)
Sittin' on your milkcrate ,blanket wrapped around you. I see you sitting day after day. I really like to talk but I know if I approached you. You'd probably get up and walk away. You're wishin' that your home of the American dream. Wasn't only smoke and exhaust. I love you desperado and all I gotta say. You let me know how much I really lost.
Your living in desperation. And you never have felt complete. You live in anticipation. Of another day on the street,sing with me.
(Scatting by Scatman John)
Your living in desperation. And you never have felt complete. You live in anticipation. Of another day on the street,sing with me.
(Scatting by Scatman John)Teksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
