But from Y by Yoghurt

But


I had dreams of a life that was peaceful and quiet
A petrified flaming existence
Trees swaying slightly over sand, and in the distance
Scintillating rhythms of the hi-hat
I would have been so happy on my own
I mean, I was one, and I was rather left alone

Then just before I might have died I got lost without a guide
Whoah, I was fried
Ten dirty niggers and a silver soothe
Glasses and glances and tears in a phone-booth
Whoah, tears in a phone-booth

Chorus:
Save me the child
Let’s never grow old and always be wild
Hijack my heart
Let never the power take over

Then I ran into a slumborn dancing-man
He said: “Yo, man, party as hard as you can!”
‘n’ I said: “Man, I feel no need to party
The world around don’t seem that hearty
And I hate the way you brag
And I hate the way you prance
But all the same you make me dance

And I like them looney tunes, uncouth
They make me lose my legging
Balding brutes and three sanyassins
Bag the lot by blatant bragging
Time for some serious gagging?”

Chorus:
Save me the child
Let’s never grow old and always be wild
Hijack my heart
Let never the power take over

Solo

Oh, please, let’s keep things silly
Last one laughing is a willie
I like my music mad
And then I’d like the things I’ve never had
Things I’ve never had

Chorus:
Save me the child
Let’s never grow old and always be wild
Hijack my heart
Let never the power take over

• Rock
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