Tytuł: 100 years

• Wykonawca: Blues Traveler
• Wyświetleń: 278

The sun is warm as the day is long
  I just got the feeling I can do no wrong
  Got a long way to walk
  Can't afford my next meal
  I tell a few lies but my hunger is real
  
  And it won't mean a thing in a hundred years
  No, it won't mean a thing in a hundred years
  
  Mademoiselle tell me do you play
  Well, if she shakes her head, well then that's okay
  I watch her walk away in haste
  There's just no accounting for some people's taste,
  
  And it won't mean a thing in a hundred years
  No, it won't mean a thing in a hundred years
  
  Big angry man in the doorway there
  Just keep on walking like I don't care
  Why you giving such an evil eye
  Could it be you were ignored by every passerby
  
  And it won't mean a thing in a hundred years
  No, it won't mean a thing in a hundred years
  
  Play in the park for tobacco and food
  Then I excuse myself but they think I'm rude
  Tourist don't want me to end his show
  But this colorful attraction got places to go
  
  And it won't mean a thing in a hundred years
  No, it won't mean a thing in a hundred years
  
  Sit at the pier watch the sun go down
  Another lost little boy in a big old town
  I want to laugh I want to cry
  But no matter how hard I may try
  
  It just won't mean a thing in a hundred years
  No, it won't mean a thing in a hundred years
  No, it won't mean a thing in a hundred years