Letra

We was a-d-d-d-drivin' d-downtown L.A About a-midnight hour And it almost b-b-blew my mind I got caught in a coloured shower All those lights were t-t-twinkling on Sunset I saw a sign in the sky It said, "T-t-t-trip a t-trip, I trip, trip," I couldn't keep up up if I tried Ah, we stepped down to reality company To get some instant sleep And the driver turned, I said, "Welcome back" He smiled and he said, "Beep beep" What goes on? Chick-a-chick What goes on? I really wanna know What goes on all around me What goes on? I really wanna know When in should come-a my dream woman She got sequins in her hair Like she stepped out off of a Fellini film She sat in a white straw chair But I thought I'd take a second look Just to see what I could see And my scene had popped out like a bubble does There was nobody there but me I said, "Girl, you drank a lot of drink-me But you ain't in a Wonderland You know I might-a be there to greet you, child When your trippin' ship touches sand." What goes on? Chick-a-chick What goes on? I really wanna know What goes on? Chick-a-chick What goes on? I really wanna know A silver goblet of wine is-a to be Held in a bejewelled glove And her knights they toast the tournament The falcons they fly above And the queen will a drink of the dew tonight But the jester she cries alone Because Merlin he spoke of an instant spell To make the devil's white knights moan And-a all in all, the seagull said "As I look to where I've been The whole wide human race Has a-taken far too much Methedrine" What goes on? Chick-a-chick What goes on? I really wanna know What goes on? So near What goes on? I really wanna know Yeah well, come on We sat in a velvet jewel case With sparkles everywhere And Julian he sat on a diamond ring And-a talked of the days gone by We spoke of a common kaleidoscope And the pros and the cons of Zen And he spoke and-a said for a piece of cake He really did have a yen Bobby Dylan he sat "the Mad Hatter" A broken hour glass in his hand And-a Joannie sat in a white lace Looking cool with a black lace fan What goes on? Chick-a-chick What goes on? I really wanna know What goes on? Yes please tell me What goes on? I really wanna know
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