Born Sugar

(álbum: Deep Down Happy - 2020)

Oh boy, I'm feeling great!
The air evaporates, into the English blue
Out where the money speaks, into your ear so sweet
It's like you're pulled to it
The coast elaborates, oh
You're not sailing straight
This yacht's in need of a crew
Out where the money sleeps
The air so honey sweet
You'll take a lick of the spoon

You say that you're sick of the stress
So you're leaving here on Monday, moving to the country
Blue skies rolling ahead, and the birds are always singing out for easy living

You're in the money seats
Egyptian cotton sheets
You know they pay for this view
The Golden Watch Brigade
Don't ever watch the game
Oh, no they're waiting
Beyond the electric gates
The houses stand so straight
And gardens roll out on cue
Back in the valley there oh, with all your money and friends
Summer cuts you right through

You say that you're sick of the stress
So you're leaving here on Monday, moving to the country
Fresh air and a four poster bed and the birds are always singing out for easy living

Red racing car, oh raise the bar!
Roll top, roll on through!
Red racing car, your ma' and pa'
You know, you know, you know they're proud of you?!

Oh, you say that you're sick of the stress
So you're leaving here on Monday, moving to the country
Blue skies, rolling ahead and the birds are always singing out for easy living
Boo-hoo you're not feeling your best
So you're leaving here on Monday, moving to the country
Blue skies rolling ahead and the birds are always singing out for easy living