Bài hát '69 Báo Lỗi

"'69"


Flying through the night in a beat up wagon

A mike stand up my jacksy

Give me a beer and I'll stand on a chair

And slip into something sexy

Black Cat Woolwich, The Tiger's Head

The Cafe des Artistes, The Revolution and the Bag O'

Nails


I'll see you down the Speak'

Your Ma said you slept real good in your food last

nigth

But you couldn't hold it down

And you broke up a damn good fight

Ligging at the Old Marquee, spinning Jack a line

Even he knew better than me, back in sixty nine


Sixty nine, sixty nine

Sixty nine, sixty nine


On the road to Paradiso

Back of your head, got to pay some dues

Rugged looked down as the Thames swallowed

His life at the Boathouse, Kew

Hot girls, no AC, cheap TV, sleep on the floor

Hallelujah what's a roadie, hush my baby sleep no

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