Worldwide
I don't pray for missionary stunts on the way to my goal.
Jack is crying
looking so bizarre
And he got his ioints already broken in that beat
He's divin' and we'll see him nevermore!
I don't play these military drums on the head of my soul
. . .
Who came
who came to me
And drummed the prayers
I can't move from now
And my eyes collide with energy
they're leavin' me no more
Those words are beatin' drums!
I don't play these military drums on the head of my soul
Think About You
I'm a smoky man
and you're a lovely girl
get into my plane
i want to see the world
i'm a smoky man
like the dream of an old and happy monk
with a three scoop ice cream cone in his hand
he feels alone
no work, no job, no trouble
no fears no fights no problems
cause my love you
my need you
my want you too
and this is your last chance
to say that you love me too
i'm a smoky man and you're a lovely girl
life is lazy today
so in bed we stay
let me tell you the story
of god on the eight day
when he tried to invent the smoky monkey
what a wonderful monday
my love you
my need you
my want you too
this is your last chance
to say that you love me too
i'm a smoky man
and you're a lovely girl
but i don't know if you love me
like i love you
hey babe don't you understand
that i wrote this fuckin song
just to say
that my love you
my need you
my want you too
and this is your last chance
to say that you love me too
hey shut up smoky man
life is lazy today
and in bed i stay
ok shut up smoky monkey
what a wonderful monday!