We’re off on the road to Morocco
Looking at the world through the sunset in your eyes
Traveling the train through clear Moroccan skies
Ducks and pigs and chickens call, animal carpet wall to wall
American ladies five-foot tall in blue
Under Peruvian skies
Vanessa regretfully waits
The story unfolds in her eyes
Where midnight hysteria’s no big surprise
There’s a girl in my room and her face on the wall with no eyes.
Girl with no eyes,
who can she be?
Girl with no eyes,
she’s looking at me.
I’m looking through you, where did you go?
Wake me up before you go, Joe.
Don’t leave me here dangling like a yoyo
Dream on white boy
Dream on black girl
And wake up to a brand new day
To find your dreams have washed away
White boys are so pretty
White boys are so sweet
White boys drive me crazy
Drive me indiscreet
Brown sugar how come you taste so good?
Brown sugar just like a young girl should
[Google is my friend…:D]
Do virgins taste better than those who are not?
Are they salty, or sweeter, more juicy or what?
Do you savor them slowly? Gulp them down on the spot?
Do virgins taste better than those who are not?
Don’t say a word my virgin child
Just let your inhibitions run wild
Baby girl ain’t no virgin
What you mean she ain’t no virgin?
I guess I should of closed my eyes
When you drove me to the place
Where your horses run free
'Cause I felt a little ill
When I saw all the pictures
Of the jockeys that were there before me
And all I ever needed was the one
Like freedom fields where wild horses run
[instrumental bridge from Chariots of Fire]
You try to gimme your money
You better save it, babe
Save it for your rainy day
I have only one burning desire
Let me stand next to your fire
Let me stand next to your fire
Stop wasting my time, you know what I want
You know what I need, or maybe you don’t
Do I have to come right flat out and tell you everything?
Gimme some money
Gimme some money
So waste your time
On people who don’t know which way to go
They’ll never take you up
Never take you up in the sky
Because it’s all in the mind
In this day and age, love is all the rage
Life goes on, it only goes to show
It’s not my cup of tea, it’s all the same to me
For we are here today and gone tomorrow
(We are here today and gone tomorrow)
Nevertheless, make the most of it, make the most of it
Nevertheless, nevertheless, nevertheless, nevertheless
Holy Moses I have been deceived
Now the wind has changed direction and I’ll have to leave
Won’t you please excuse my frankness but it’s not my cup of tea
Holy Moses I have been deceived