GiveItUruguay

And so the the story begins City dweller, successful fella Thought to himself oops I've got a lot of money I'm caught in a rat race terminally I'm a professional cynic but my heart's not in it I'm paying the price of living life at the limit Caught up in the centuries anxiety It preys on him, he's getting thin He lives in a house, a very big house in the country Watching afternoon repeats and the food he eats in the country He takes all manner of pills and piles up analyst bills in the country It's like an animal farm lot's of rural charm in the country He's got morning glory, life's a different story Everything going jackanory, in touch with his own mortality He's reading balzac, knocking back prozac It's a helping hand that makes you feel wonderfully bland Oh it's the centuries remedy For the faint at heart, a new start He lives in a house, a very big house in the country He's got a fog in his chest so...

Backstroke lover always hidin' 'neath the cover 'Till I talked to my daddy he say He said, You ain't seen noting 'Till you're down on a muffin Then you're sure to be a-changin' your ways I met a cheerleader, was a real young bleeder All the times I can reminisce Ah the best thing lovin' With her sister and her cousin Started with a little kiss, like this See-saw swingin' with the boys in the school With your feet flyin' up in the air Singin' hey diddle-diddle with the kitty in the middle You be swingin' like you just didn't care So I took a big chance at the high school dance With a missy who was ready to play Was it me she was foolin'? 'Cause she knew what she was doin' Taught me how to walk this way She told me to Walk this way, talk this way Walk this way, talk this way Walk this way, talk this way Walk this way, talk this way Ah, just give me a kiss Gimme some, gimme some, gimm...