Rubber Band

(álbum: David Bowie - 1967)

Rubber Band
There's a rubber band that plays tunes out of tune
In the library garden Sunday afternoon
While a little chappie waves a golden wand

Rubber Band
In 1910, I was so handsome and so strong
My moustache was stiffly waxed and one foot long
And I loved a girl while you played teatime tunes

Dear Rubber Band, you're playing my tune out of tune
Oh

Rubber Band
Won't you play a haunting theme again to me
While I eat my scones and drink my cup of tea?
The sun is warm but it's a lonely afternoon

(Oh, play that theme)

Rubber Band
How I wish that I could join your Rubber Band
We could play in lively parks throughout the land
And one Sunday afternoon, I'd find my love

Rubber Band
In the '14-'18 war I went to sea
Thought my Sunday love was waiting home for me
And now she's married to the leader of your band, oh

Oh yeah
I hope you break your baton