David Bowie - Ching-a-Ling | Текст песни

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While walking on Red Roosters Lawn
A char-faced man I'd spy
He blew into his handkerchief
And stuttered as he sighed

I wish I'd play the doodah horn
The doodah horn is fine
I'd sell my house and ferny coach
To make this daydream mine

Doodah doo, doodah

Whilst flying through an azure cloud
A crystal girl I'd spy
She kissed the blue bird's honey tongue
And stuttered as she sighed

I wish to sing the Ching-A-Ling song
Ching-A-Ling song is fine
I'd give my jewels and caviar
To make this daydream mine

Ching-A-Ling, Ching-A-Ling, Ching-A-Ling

While stepping through a heaven's eye
Two lover souls we spied
They wished the cloud boys sang to me
A cheerful happy cry

We love to play our love-strong hearts
No better do we know
No gifts of money do we give
For love is all we own

Na na na na na na,
na na na na na na na na

Ching-A-Ling, Ching-A-Ling, Ching-A-Ling

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