Fed up with your indigestion You swallow words one by one Folks got high at a quarter to five Dont you feel youre growing up undone?
Nothing but the local DJ You 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, ah, ah, ah, ah And the strings, ee, ee, ee, ee, ee, ee, ee, ee And the drums, the drums, the drums
The drums, the drums, the drums The drums, the drums, the drums The drums, the drums, the drums, oh
Nothing was the same again All about where and when Blowing our minds in a life unkind You gotta love the BPM
When his work was all but done Remembering how this begun We wore his love like a hand in a glove Then the preacher plays it all night long
Nothing but the girls, ah, ah, ah, ah, ah, ah, ah, ah And your boys, ah, ah, ah, ah, ah, ah, ah, ah And the strings, ee, ee, ee, ee, ee, ee, ee, ee And the drums, the drums, the drums
The drums, the drums, the drums The drums, the drums, the drums The drums, the drums, the drums
The drums, the drums, the drums The drums, the drums, the drums The drums, the drums
Imagine all the girls, ah, ah, ah, ah, ah, ah, ah, ah And the boys, ah, ah, ah, ah, ah, ah, ah, ah And the strings, ee, ee, ee, ee, ee, ee, ee, ee And the drums, ah, ah, ah, ah, ah, ah, ah, oh
All the girls, ah, ah, ah, ah, ah, ah, ah, ah And the boys, ah, ah, ah, ah, ah, ah, ah, ah And the strings, ee, ee, ee, ee, ee, ee, ee, ee And the drums, the drums, the drums, the drums