Published on Friday, November 6, 2009 by admin
Fed up with your indigestion.
Swallow words one by one.
Your folks got high at a quarter to five.
Dont you feel your growing up undone.
Nothing but the local DJ.
He said he had some songs to play.
What went down from his fooling around.
Gave hope and a brand new day.
Imagine all the girls,
Ah ah, ah, ah, ah, ah, ah, ah.
And the boys,
Ah ah, ah, ah...