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Little Comets

American Tuna

 

American Tuna


Get away from my old life,
Looking out for a new life,
All I've got is hands like a carpenter.
Met a woman in a tune yard,
And now I'm sitting on a Cunard,
With my hands like a carpenter.

And it feels sweet,
Sitting pretty on a sailboat seat,
And I feel so happy...

I want to live in America with-ya,
I want to come and whistle your tune-a,
I want to stroll all the streets around Rochester
Giving high fives to all the people,
And when I get back to the UK,
I want my friends and family to say
"Hey man, I love your style!"
Say I owe it all to Haley...

And we get married in the springtime,
I make the altar and it's so fine,
Lathe it off like a carpenter.
And we can move to Jersey,
Have twins called Elizabeth and Mercy,
They've both got eyes like a carpenter.

And it feels nice,
Sitting here in the dead of night.
And I feel so lucky...

I want to live in America with-ya,
I want to come and whistle your tune-a,
I want to stroll all the streets around Rochester
Giving high fives to all the people,
And when I get back to the UK,
I want my friends and family to say
"Hey man, I love your style!"
Say I owe it all to Haley...

Put the chicken in the fridge
And book imaginary holidays,
With Fela Kuti and the Ivory Coast
So far away,
And we could be so happy...
But instead I'm at home
Filled with drunken paranoia...

I want to live in America with-ya,
I want to stroll all the streets around Rochester
And when I get back to the UK,
I want my friends and family to say
"Hey man, I love your style!"
Say I owe it all to Haley...

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