Texty

Come in here, dear boy, have a cigar, you're gonna go far You're gonna fly, you're never gonna die You're gonna make it if you try, they're gonna love you Well, I've always had a deep respect and I mean that most sincere The album just fantastic, that is really what I think By the way, which one's pink? And did we tell you the name of the game, boy? We call it riding gravy train, oh Yeah We're just knocked out, we heard about the sell-out You gotta get an album out, you owe it to the people We're so happy we can hardly count Everybody else is just green, did you see the chart? It's a hell of a start, it could be made into a monster If we all pull together as a team And did we tell you the name of the game, boy? They call it riding gravy train Oh, oh, oh Yeah
Writer(s): George Roger Waters Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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