Fed up with your indigestion
Swallow words one by one
Folks got high and a quarter to 5
Don’t you feel you’re growing up undone
Nothing but the local DJ
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 (x12)
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
This 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 (x20)
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
And 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 (x4)
