The tires are the things on your car that make
David bowie
Ub 40
It was late one fall night at a fairground near
In the cool shade of the banana tree
On the rugged
Fluffhead was a man with a horrible disease
Could not find
I'm looking through and it all would be so crystal
I look into the finance box just to check my
Ahhh!
Divided sky, the wind blows high
[the divided sky chant is