Lyrics

It's a big old world out there this morning It's a tiny universe in an afternoon It's a strange old time to be in love with Elvis You'd better drink it up it ain't coming back around soon Know about the boy from North Melbourne? He nearly killed himself Sipping life from a lead-paint filled balloon You may want to laugh at him But he saw the face of heaven grey It's a big old world on a sunny afternoon It's a big old world man I wish I could tell ya Got you locked up in your own psychotic tune I'm going to make my bed on a rock of Gilbralta Cause I wanted the view to come with the view Did you hear about the girl from New York City? She nearly lost her mind Gazing out the window of a hotel room I guess I won't contest she died doing what she did best It's a big old world on a sunny afternoon It's a big old world on a sunny afternoon It's a big old world on a sunny afternoon
Writer(s): Fraser Alexander Gorman Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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