John Cale

Won't you help me please, I'm growing old
A million years ago
Won't you help me sneeze, I've caught a cold
Another way to go
Just hold on tightly, this shows on my breed
They speak so very slow, it gets so hard to follow
Ah ah ah ah, ah ah ah ah ah
Slowly in the mist of captive eyes
To carry you from home
Hansom cab again from dawn till dusk,
My power amphibious bride
I'll just leave you here like this, I'm sure you won't be missed
Before this night is done these words won't seem so wrong.
Ah ah ah ah, ah ah ah ah ah
Instrumental verse
Oh it can't be that bad Back up in Trinidad
Come down and see me soon when you get back from the moon.
Ah ah ah ah, ah ah ah ah ah
by: José Duarte
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