Steve Wynn
Steve Wynn
Steve Wynn
Steve Wynn
Steve Wynn
Steve Wynn
Steve Wynn
Steve Wynn
Steve Wynn
Steve Wynn
Steve Wynn
Steve Wynn
Steve Wynn
Steve Wynn
Steve Wynn
Steve Wynn
Steve Wynn
Steve Wynn
Steve Wynn
Once I was down in New Orleans
Mixing Scotch with gasoline
The stench was bad, the juice was clean
You shoulda heard just what I seen
Lightning flashed and split the sky
Thunder rolled from way up high
Blacked out and hit the ground
When I awoke this is what I found
Moving fast, moving clean
Stepping lightly like a dream
Hairs on end, toes curl
It's a strange new world
Like Rip Van Winkle I was amazed
Cuz 20 years was only 20 days
I was connected to everyone
They knew me and what I'd done
Way on top but I don't know why
Lord knows I didn't try
The King of Swing, The Duke of Earl
It's a strange new world
I fee alive, I feel free
Evolution got a hold on me
Moving on but standing still
Watch me fly from the windowsill
Taking speed just like I should
Getting while it's good
Got the clams, got the pearl
It's a strange new world