Trouble (Band)
Trouble (Band)
Trouble (Band)
Trouble (Band)
Trouble (Band)
Trouble (Band)
Trouble (Band)
Trouble (Band)
Trouble (Band)
Trouble (Band)
Trouble (Band)
My, my the clock in the sky is pounding away
There's so much to say
A face, a voice, an overdub has no choice
And it cannot rejoice
Wanting to be, to hear and to see
Flying to the sky
But the porpoise is laughing good-bye, good-bye
Good-bye, good-bye, good-bye
Clicks, clacks
Riding the backs of giraffes for laughs is alright for a while
They sing of castles and kings and things
That go with a life of style
Wanting to feel, to know what is real
Everything is mine
And the porpoise is waiting good-bye, good-bye
Good-bye, good-bye, good-bye
Good-bye, good-bye, good-bye
Good-bye, good-bye, good-bye