Seleziona il linguaggio per tradurre questo testo
Sometimes late when things are real
And people share the gift of gab between themselves
Some are quick to take the bait
And catch the perfect prize that waits among the shelves
But Oz never did give nothing to the Tin man
That he didn't, didn't already have
And cause never was the reason for the evening
Or the tropic of Sir Galahad
So please believe in me
When I say I'm spinning round, round, round, round
Smoke glass, stain bright color
Image going down, down, down, down
Soapsuds green like bubbles, oh, oh no
Oh, Oz never did give nothing to the Tin man
That he didn't, didn't already have
And cause never was the reason for the evening
Or the tropic of Sir Galahad
So please believe in me
When I say I'm spinning round, round, round, round
Smoke glass, stain bright color
Image going down, down, down, down
Soapsuds green like bubbles, oh, oh no
Oz never did give nothing to the Tin man
That he didn't, didn't already have
And cause never was the reason for the evening
Or the tropic of Sir Galahad
So please believe in me
When I say I'm spinning round, round, round, round
Smoke glass, stain bright color
Image going down, down, down, down
Soapsuds green like bubbles, oh, oh, oh, oh
- Album:
- In Search Of Better Days
- Incognito Play Jazz Funk Classics EP
- Live in London: 35th Anniversary Show
- Roll The Dice EP
- The Lost EP
- AMPLIFIED SOUL
- Introducing Incognito
- Surreal
- Transatlantic RPM
- No Time Like The Future
- 100° and Rising
- Positivity
- Tribes, Vibes & Scribes
- Inside Life
- Jazz Funk
- Tales From The Beach
- Miscellaneous
- Who Needs Love
- Bees + Flowers + Things
- Life Stranger Than Fiction