Some expressions take me back,
Like Hair of Gold and
Sweet Mary and Running to Me.
The sweet sweet songs
That cloud your eyes nostalgia supplies.
Loredo Highstreet buried me
Beneath an oak tree.
As this is to me, then so to you
Is something else, that keeps you up
Long past your bedtime, tearing hair.
The sweetest moment comes at last
The waitings over,
In shock they stare and cue fanfare.
When Bobby Fischer's plane
Plane plane touches the ground
Plane, plane he'll take those Russian boys
And play them out of town.
The sweetest moment comes at least
The waiting's over,
In shock they stare and cue fanfare.
When Bobby Fischer's plane
Plane, plane touches the ground
Plane, plane he'll take those Russian boys
And play them out of town,
Playing for blood as grandmasters should.
Some obsessions take me back,
Like Hair of Golf
And Sweet Mary and Running to me.
The sweet sweet songs
That cloud your eyes nostalgia supplies.
Loredo Highstreet buried me
Beneath an oak tree.

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Writer(s): PADDY MCALOON