The Gooch Palms
The Gooch Palms
The Gooch Palms
The Gooch Palms
The Gooch Palms
The Gooch Palms
The Gooch Palms
The Gooch Palms
The Gooch Palms
The Gooch Palms
The Gooch Palms
The Gooch Palms
The Gooch Palms
Sitting on my porch (?)
Train rolls by at a quarter to two
Gates go down cars form a queue
We’re not giving up
Lazin’ here in the sun
Next train arriving on platform three
But I know where I wanna be
(?)
We’re not giving up
Lazin’ here in the sun
It’s true
On these lazy days
We’ll sit
In this smoky haze
And we will not be fazed
At all
It’s true
On these lazy days
We’ll sit
In this smoky haze
And we will not be fazed
At all
Radio drowns out the noise of the train
Dee dee sittin’ on the windowpane
Everybody’s rushin to get away
We’re not giving up
Lazin’ here in the sun
It’s true
On these lazy days
We’ll sit
In this smoky haze
And we will not be fazed
At all
It’s true
On these lazy days
We’ll sit
In this smoky haze
And we will not be fazed
At all
At all