I cycled up to the orange town The yellow breeze it rubs the ground A Bower bird brings the daily news As fiction reigns in the solitude
Flying makes you buzz you can catch the dust I want your kiss I just washed my hair
Things to make you ring You can shake them up Take a walk With Madge
I wake the lust You throw me down A fine appeal is all somehow A lire bird dictates the news A seasons change
Sleeping makes you sick Won't you wake me up Hollow Calls Adrift from you all
Lying makes you rust Won't you please shut up Hear the songs in many styles
Time casts the sharecroppers son Cabin in the Cotton Slide past believable suns Wait for The numbers, the numbers
I'll give you many many dollars for the peep show the undressing Bette Davis she's aglow It's 1932 Before the Hays code Sell the sexual adventure go bye bye
Flying makes you rust Won't you take me up To that mouth I just washed my hair Sleeping makes you wish you were on the dish Oh so tall adrift from you all
Time casts the sharecroppers son Cabin in the Cotton Slide past believable suns Wait for the numbers, the numbers