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Gilbert O'Sullivan

Heavens Above

 

Heavens Above

(альбом: Singer Sowing Machine - 1997)


Twenty five years I've been on this earth
Not forgetting those months before my birth
Months during which if my mother had said I don't want this baby
Then I'd be dead

Job I'm in is a steady one
I deliver up parcels weighing a ton
I could do better but I know I won't
Still with money in the bank and a car
Of my own
I'm off on the weekend
Looking for a new friend
Out to make love
Heavens above oh Lord

Don't bother me if the sun don't shine
It's urine falling remember not mine
Girlfriend's ran off with another guy
It could have been worse well it could have
Been a lie

I don't like anything to do with drugs
Sure they give you a kick but then so do thugs
I work as hard as I can each day
But when Friday arrives and I get my pay
I'm off on the weekend looking for a new friend
Out to make love
Heavens above oh Lord
I'm off on the weekend looking for a new friend
Dying to make love
Heavens above oh Lord

Sometimes of an evening instead of sleeping
Sometimes of an evening entirely in keeping
I'll watch the paint dry all over Sharon Stone

Now Monday mornings the only time in
The week when I wish that I could lie-in
Then comes Thursday and what do you know
Only one more day and away I'll go
I'm off on the weekend looking for a new friend
Out to make love
Heavens above oh Lord
I'm off on the weekend looking for a new friend
Dying to make love
Heavens above oh Lord

Keep on working that mojo
Drink your whisky a go go
I should say that it's coco
But it hasn't the bite
Tell your papa I don't care
Nothing wrong with your red hair
If he thinks that it's unfair
Then of course
He'd be right
He'd be right

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