If Music Could Talk

Make sure!
Taking cover in the bunker tonight
Waiting for bo diddley's headlights
If music could talk
I feel alright
Gotta fender stratosphere

I can do anything tonight
It's in neon lights an' global rights
Frank? he's on the phone
There ain't no german girl outside
But who cares when its warm inside?
With music
Special mystery of music tragically
Exchanging slaves for majesties
Modern waves of tragedy

Packing a to pience colt pair of shoots
A shiny grey mexican suit
The blue eyed traffic can sashay by
'cos tonight the sailor boys have hit shanghai

The kick-out traffic goes creaking by
I smash my glass and shout shanghi

My drummer friend comes shooting by
He said errol flynn will never die
Oh no! who am i to question why?

And are you lonesome baby you tonight
And do ya need a country cowboy
Who's just thin and tight in those
Brrrr bus depot jeans
With a squirt resistant stud stud
Hey stoner
Get over there in the spliffbunker one
Becos london bridge was sold somehow
But it was too old anyhow
When uncle sam has broken down
We'll make him down in old japan
Say yeee

Well there ain't no better blend
Than joe ely and his texas men

Where the wind blows
I ain't seen none like that scenery
You can see from a bus if you pay the price

Wave my arms around
Flag one of those taxi's maybe
I saw a girl somewhere somehow
Forever sticks in my mind somehow
I've just got three lines
And a pair of two's
Like a lucky roll of dice that you
You cast