Trieple-Six

Fed up with your indigestion
You swallow words one by one
Folks got high at a quarter to five
Don’t you feel you're growing up undone ?

Nothing but the local DJ
He said he had some songs to play
What went down from this fooling around
Gave hope and a brand new day

Imagine all the girls ! Ah ah, ah, ah, ah ah ah ah
And the boys ! Ah ah, ah, ah, ah ah ah ah
And the strings ! Eee eee, eee, eee, eee eee eee eee
And the drums, the drums, the drums, the drums
The drums, the drums, the drums, the drums
The drums, the drums, the drums, the drums
Oh

Nothing was the same again
All about where and when
Blowing our minds in a life unkind
You gotta love the BPM

When the smoke was all but done
Remembering how this begun
We wore his love like a hand in a glove
Where the future plays it all night long

Nothing but the girls ! Ah ah, ah, ah, ah ah ah ah
And the boys ! Ah ah, ah, ah, ah ah ah ah
And the strings ! Eee eee, eee, eee, eee eee eee eee
And the drums, the drums, the drums, the drums
The drums, the drums, the drums, the drums
The drums, the drums, the drums, the drums
The drums, the drums, the drums, the drums
The drums, the drums, the drums, the drums


Imagine all the girls ! Ah ah, ah, ah, ah ah ah ah
And the boys ! Ah ah, ah, ah, ah ah ah ah
And the strings ! Eee eee, eee, eee, eee eee eee eee
And the drums! Ah ah, ah, ah, ah ah ah oh

And the girls ! Ah ah, ah, ah, ah ah ah ah
And the boys ! Ah ah, ah, ah, ah ah ah ah
And the strings ! Eee eee, eee, eee, eee eee eee eee
And the drums, the drums, the drums, the drums