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Tytuł: Honeysuckle highway

  • Wykonawca: Ian Dury
  • Wy¶wietleń: 291

  
   Exploring every avenue of love on the honeysuckle highway
  Eschewing every vestige of regret we gaily slip along
  Displaying all the evidence of mirth on the daffodyllic byway
  And needing no excuse to have a laugh 'cos we're doing nothing wrong
  
  You want magic? I'll provide it
  You want daydream? I'm inside it
  You want mystery? It will find you
  You've got a moonbeam right behind you
  
  Cruising down carnality canal in my canoe can I canoodle?
  Rounding every bending that we're wending in a loopy disarray
  Evincing all the properties of rapture witha sybaritic splendour
  And shedding every nagging little footle that is getting in the way
  
  You want magic? I can do it
  You want lovelight? Nothing to it
  You want everything to be groovy?
  You got me now, let's get moving
  
  Come with me where the air is free
  And spirits can in harmony unite
  Swim with me in the rainbow sea
  We're strangers to catastrophe tonight
  
  Where all the clocks tell different times
  And no-one finds the time to be uptight
  Where sweet suggestions grow on trees
  And love explodes as well indeed it might
  
  Exploring every avenue of love on the honeysuckle highway
  And needing no excuse to have a laugh 'cos we're doing nothing wrong
  
  You want magic? Well, you've got it
  You want licence? I forgot it
  You want romance? Let's get busy
  I've got magic to make you dizzy
  
  Come with me to the special place
  The first thing you get on your face, a smile
  As secrets flourish in their space
  So love will cherish every grace and style
  
  When pressure's on another case
  We get along without a trace of bile
  Though memories we'll ne'er erase
  Our happiness can run apace meanwhile
  
  You wore a bandana, I wore navy blue
  We met in Havana at quarter past two
  Across the Savannah and down to the beach
  You munched a banana, I nibbled a peach
  
  You played a small solo, I muffled a drum
  You offered a polo, I stuck with my gum
  I danced a light polka, you threw a few hoops
  I was Oscar Homolka, you were Marjorie Proops