The return of the Freedom Seven One shepherd following his dog to the ends of the Earth Second by twenty-three days, Alan; no-one knew your name You didn't get your sixteen minutes of fame
Just a second, second shot Second, second shot
All that glitters isn't gold, but who cares, anyway? Let me bounce off your lens and into the trees Playing golf with my conscience America, come back to me
For a second, second shot Second, second shot
The Great Escape, tunnelling through the air One man and his dog, playing all the time One small ball for a man One giant game for mankind
And a second, second shot Second, second shotTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
