So hear me roar I'm a dusty lion They will heed the call for a quarter mile Tis the season to roam for a mate And my doorbell's sure to ring if I just sit and wait
Yes they come to play on these legs like iron They will give you more than the favored prize At the fair is worth anymore You get the keys to the city and directions to my door
But out on the rooftops the cold just keeps coming Maybe I'll fake it a little bit more Surely the weather doesn't peep through my sweater Or sting the eyes of those who I adore
Yeah watch me go down that old tar trail Let the hair grow long on my mane and tail Til you can't see my eyes or my ears And you don't know whether I've been missing for days Or I've been missin' for days or I been missin' for fuckin' years I been missin' for fuckin' years
Cuz under the moonlight the weak become weary Somethin' a lurkin' might spot them and then Back to their home they will hastily scurry Just to find the pranksters have let themselves in Sayin' knock knock knock Is anybody home Sayin' knock knock knock knock knock knock Is anybody home
But out on the rooftops the cold just keeps coming Maybe I'll fake it a little bit more Surely the weather doesn't peep through my sweater Or sting the eyes of those who I adore
Cuz the mightly old king of the bridge I be From my bed of rope everything I see Times a changin' No food for the gulls The beach house misses you sincerely It complains you never call
But sadly the world has grown fat on my shoulders All we need is a break from time to time Surely the weather doesn't get much better I hope this ain't the time of my life Yeah surely the weather doesn't get much better I hope this ain't the time of my life Yeah surely the weather doesn't get much better I hope this ain't the time of my lifeTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
