Little Boy, you said that you had so much to do, so much to do. Little Boy, your worn out eyes, that’s why I deify you, why I deify you. And when we talk, it’s always my deadline versus yours, versus yours. Little Boy, you said that you had so much to give, so much to give.
(Shiboom, Shiboom, ...)
check the page ... some blank space to erase ... check the page ... some blank space to erase ... count me in
Little Boy, There’s a black cloud floating above you, above you. Little Boy, you said that you had so much to give, so much to give.
But you did it all the same .... oh my God, it’s all the same…
I just need to show my plan. – a modern version of silverback comparison. Whatever you say, boy, we’re tarred with the same brush.
Do you know, that tale of lost time, put me into the blue, put me into the blue. And I know, the lack of sleep proves I am so much better than you, so much better than you But did you hear, prolific weekend feasts, cause that ol’ chanty sphere, that ol´chanty sphere. Where, little boy, you sing your bragging tales, shouting: “you’ll never sheer off”.
And I came to tell you a secret, ladidadiladidadida And what did we become, we become?
But you did It all the same ... It’s all the same, all the same ... Oh my God, it’s all the same …