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A Little in Love
- wykonawca: Brandt Paul
(Bill Carmichael/Jonathon Brandmeier)
There's a trailer in the middle of the street
Equipped with toilet, man it's really neat
A man gets out, shuffles his feet away
In the road he spots a dime
He'll stop and pick it up everytime
He gets run down
He's bck in town
He's a snowbird
CHORUS
Lookout!
There's a car with a snowbird drving
He's out for his daily drive
So move on
There's a car with a snowbird driving
So just stay inside
If you want to stay alive
He goes to Smitty's once or twice a week
The snowbird picture's looking really bleak
There's more of them moving here every day
He spends his cash, so I'm told
He tells me that someday we'll all be old
And then to boot he wears a leisure suit
He's a snowbird
CHORUS
There's a car right across the street
A compass on his dash, it can't be beat
A man gets in and heads for his Sunday buffet
Yeah, yeah, yeah
He's in the left lane trying to turn right
His vision's blurred, his bowlow tie's too tight
Why your home's aluminum!
You turquoise scum!
You're a snowbird!
CHORUS
Lookout!
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(Bill Carmichael/Jonathon Brandmeier)
There's a trailer in the middle of the street
Equipped with toilet, man it's really neat
A man gets out, shuffles his feet away
In the road he spots a dime
He'll stop and pick it up everytime
He gets run down
He's bck in town
He's a snowbird
CHORUS
Lookout!
There's a car with a snowbird drving
He's out for his daily drive
So move on
There's a car with a snowbird driving
So just stay inside
If you want to stay alive
He goes to Smitty's once or twice a week
The snowbird picture's looking really bleak
There's more of them moving here every day
He spends his cash, so I'm told
He tells me that someday we'll all be old
And then to boot he wears a leisure suit
He's a snowbird
CHORUS
There's a car right across the street
A compass on his dash, it can't be beat
A man gets in and heads for his Sunday buffet
Yeah, yeah, yeah
He's in the left lane trying to turn right
His vision's blurred, his bowlow tie's too tight
Why your home's aluminum!
You turquoise scum!
You're a snowbird!
CHORUS
Lookout!
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