They paved paradise And put up a parking lot Witch a pink hotel, a botique And a swinging hot spot Don´t it always seem to go That you don´t know what you´ve got Till it´s gone They paved paradise And put up a parking lot
They took all the trees And put them in a tree museum And they charged the people A dollar and a half just to see ´em Don´t it always seem to go That you don´t know what you´ve got Till it´s gone The paved paradise And put up a parking lot
Hey farmer farmer Put away that D.D.T. now Give me spots on my apples But leave me the birds and the bees Please! Don´t it always seem to go That you don´t know what you´ve got Till it´s gone They paved paradise And put up a parking lot
Late last night I heard the screen door slam And a big yellow taxi Took away my old man Don´t it always seem to go That you don´t know what you´ve got Till it´s gon They paved paradise And put up a parking lotTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
