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Hop Along
Hop Along
Performer
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Frances Quinlan
Frances Quinlan
Composer

Letra

Meanwhile the scientist Pounding on his skull His skull Two blew themselves away working on it In storms the general grabbed him by his collar His collar Well you old crackpot, What have you got to say? In an open field Man is guilty always In an open field Man is guilty always Mud is yellow and the ground is moving Sun is yellow and the ground is moving The ground is moving The century turned And your old man stumbled in The century turned And your old man stumbled in Saying Of course I am for peace Of course I am for peace One that suits me One that suits me One that suits me One that suits For the first time the captain's at my side Look now, here the Padre comes Here he comes About to go on his lunchbreak Son you and I both know the real criminal is time I understand your crime But just what makes you think you've got the right to be young? In an open field Man is guilty always In an open field Man is guilty always Mud is yellow and the ground is moving Sun is yellow and the ground is moving The ground is moving The century turned And your old man stumbled in The century turned And your old man stumbled in saying Of course I am for peace Of course I am for peace One that suits me One that suits me One that suits me One that suits One that suits me One that suits me One that suits me One that suits me One that suits me One that And now the mother of them all She is just about to fall In the history of man, reality becomes softened And now the mother of them all She is just about to fall In the history of man, reality becomes softened
Writer(s): Christine Frances Quinlan Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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