Suzie I'm goin' to the doctors on Friday I'm goin' to the doctors on Friday Will they make me better? They give me pills and all sorts My GP's gonna
I've met someone that makes me feel seasick Oh, what a skill to have, oh, what a skill to have So, many skills that make her distinctive But they're not
I'm back in Liverpool And everything seems the same But I worked something out last night That changed this little boy's brain A small piece of advice
I think the postman intercepts Everything I try and send to you 'Cos he's infatuated and he's the fulcrum between us too And I can't say I blame him '
I should've known you didn't have the time, my dear To let this twenty something bring you down with his list of fears I'd like to think we had some fun
This is my first wedding, can I hope it is my last? Things would be fantastic if me and the bride didn't have a past So, I stand by the buffet and submerse
Am I in a scene from Midsummer Nights Dream? I thought raves like these died in the 90's The forest is breathing along with us tonight Upper class thugs
It all started on the school bus You were nine and I was ten Remember you had a Walkman All I had was a middle part and a pen Oh, sweet Louise Whatever
I'd say that this is darkest song I ever wrote No hint of a smile or the usual quirky anecdotes No, this is a song about someone new What not to say,
She works downtown in an unmarked bar, flyin' 'round poles She always gave me the fright of my life I didn't mean to get involved it was the alcohol Mixed
Tales of girls and boys And girls and marsupials Tales of girls and boys And girls and marsupials Tales of girls and boys And marsupials Girls and boys
I've just had a craziest week Like a party bag of lies, booze and then deceit And I don't know why I want to voice this out loud It's therapeutic somehow
I was coming down from what I don't know The life inside of me in time will set us free But will ya wait wait wait for me? Will ya wait wait wait for
Guide me, O thou great Jehovah, Pilgrim thro' this barren land; I am weak, but though art mighty, Hold me with Thy powerful hand: Bread of Heaven,
1. Was macht der Fuhrmann? Der Fuhrmann spannt den Wagen an die Pferde ziehn die Peitsche knallt daa laut es durch die Straaen hallt. He Fuhrmann he
Well, there's not a girl around that can make me settle down 'Cause I'm a happy go lucky truck driver I'm happy and carefree yeah and that's just how
Well I have a few hours to wait while they've loaded my trailer with freight So I borrowed my buddy's old car and drove down to the dancehall and bar
I'm bolted from within from long conniving heights The hail, it makes a special sound that always stays into the night She tells me I'm not capable of