Prefab SproutCue Fanfare

Some expressions take me back, Like Hair of Gold and Sweet Mary and Running to Me. The sweet sweet songs That cloud your eyes nostalgia supplies. Loredo Highstreet buried me Beneath an oak tree. As this is to me, then so to you Is something else, that keeps you up Long past your bedtime, tearing hair. The sweetest moment comes at last The waitings over, In shock they stare and cue fanfare. When Bobby Fischer's plane Plane plane touches the ground Plane, plane he'll take those Russian boys And play them out of town. The sweetest moment comes at least The waiting's over, In shock they stare and cue fanfare. When Bobby Fischer's plane Plane, plane touches the ground Plane, plane he'll take those Russian boys And play them out of town, Playing for blood as grandmasters should. Some obsessions take me back, Like Hair of Golf And Sweet Mary and Running to me. The sweet sweet songs That cloud your eyes nostalgia supplies. Loredo Highstreet buried me Beneath an oak tree.
Lyricsfreak.com © 2015