By City Boy, 5 7 0 5..but there's no reply
5 7 0 5
Got
By City Boy, Hey, there's no-one to blame I feel the same way
By City Boy, The sheets are untidy, it's twelve o'clock and the bed's
By City Boy, He fell out of the ocean, a sailor sighting land.
By City Boy, Chorus:
Do what you do,
do well, Do what you do,
do well
Well
By City Boy, The grass is overgrowing on the garden rail
And crickets call
By City Boy, Talking; one way is an interrogation
Make it two ways,
By City Boy, Well it's another rainy night, here in my hometown,
And the
By City Boy, In the summer of '63, it was so damn hot
By City Boy, Applying her make-up and wanting to wake up, She
slips into
By City Boy, I'm so happy lying here, reclining in this easy chair,
Wond'rin'