作词 : John Nash/Tyler Spencer 作曲 : John Nash/Tyler Spencer I was traveling on, moving on the road to my Jehova.It was the only thing I knew how to do. She was banging and gone She was banging and banging it over and over She said you better get some music in you And you know I’m saving some From the person I’ve become. And if you are willing to wait long, something better always comes along. I am a song I am a moral subsidy I am a song An angry three minute symphony Yes I belong to the society a piety to love But I still need someone to show Now babyI was hanging around, I was hanging around at the bottom of the food chain, looking for you. You were burrowing down, you were caught in a struggle with your vajayjay Is there anything I can do?Cause I can lend a helping hand Be careful where you stand Cause I turn into king kong When the coffee gets too strong I am a song An evil simons melody I am a song In an unusual key I am a song A three minute symphony Yes I belong to the society a punishment and merriment of love I fit you like a music glove You were bringing me down You were hymning and humming about the apocalypse Why are we stuck in an elevator? I had to turn you around And wise you up to bring you back to your grips You can thank me for it later. We couldn’t have come this far, without a very special car Someday we’ll right the wrong Og Julienne and the jingjing longs I am a song And though my words don’t often rhyme I am a song With a refreshing twist of lime Yes I belong I’ll let my music rule, cause it’s something to for with love But I’m not bigger than love No I’m not bigger that love now baby Come on, come on baby.
作词 : John Nash/Tyler Spencer 作曲 : John Nash/Tyler Spencer I was traveling on, moving on the road to my Jehova.It was the only thing I knew how to do. She was banging and gone She was banging and banging it over and over She said you better get some music in you And you know I’m saving some From the person I’ve become. And if you are willing to wait long, something better always comes along. I am a song I am a moral subsidy I am a song An angry three minute symphony Yes I belong to the society a piety to love But I still need someone to show Now babyI was hanging around, I was hanging around at the bottom of the food chain, looking for you. You were burrowing down, you were caught in a struggle with your vajayjay Is there anything I can do?Cause I can lend a helping hand Be careful where you stand Cause I turn into king kong When the coffee gets too strong I am a song An evil simons melody I am a song In an unusual key I am a song A three minute symphony Yes I belong to the society a punishment and merriment of love I fit you like a music glove You were bringing me down You were hymning and humming about the apocalypse Why are we stuck in an elevator? I had to turn you around And wise you up to bring you back to your grips You can thank me for it later. We couldn’t have come this far, without a very special car Someday we’ll right the wrong Og Julienne and the jingjing longs I am a song And though my words don’t often rhyme I am a song With a refreshing twist of lime Yes I belong I’ll let my music rule, cause it’s something to for with love But I’m not bigger than love No I’m not bigger that love now baby Come on, come on baby.
