Sitting with a tight glandris
Slinging out against authority
what a soft touch of a boy
You wander with plightless alibis
Visions to a sound, visions to a sound
We'd talk of treasured and
We'd steal the milk bottle,
sneak it in the background
What we loved most of all
While this young boy was sitting all alone
Pondering times essentially
He was taking his piano lessons,
Invested life in medicine,
which isn't the wisest way to go
Had so much shit going on,
We'd speak of women and cheaper carniot
We'd turn up to all the festivals,
trying to bring down the tides
What we loved most of all
We'd talk of treasure and overrated games
Of stealing milk bottles,
sneaking in the background
What we loved most of all
Well, this poor boy was sittin' all alone
He didn't find none of his own kind
He didn't have none of his own kind
You should take interest in his mind
Not spend all of his time
Wasting all his money on this type
Writing lines on paper tea
Sitting with a tight lens
Wrist sticking out to gain authority
Oh, what a soft touch of a dol lar
He'd wander with black to sell
We talk of treasure and overnight tickets
sneak it to the back on Jimmy's way
While this young boy was sitting on a loaf,
We talk of treasure and overnight tickets
sneak it to the back on Jimmy's way
What we loved most of all
What we loved most of all
What we loved most of all
What we loved most of all
With a young boy, we're sittin' all alone