Bobby's off on holiday Away across the sea Setting up his easel A new scene to see
Says that he's had enough Of standing in the rain Now he's looking for the good life With European pain
Did you know Your garden's overgrown And what is shown?
Meeting all these pretty girls Singing golden hair He's in touch with the painter's mind And Syd's unflinching stare Drinking wine in the Moulin Rouge Sipping kaffee in Berlin Might take in the coloured lights In the city they call sin
He could see The writing on the wall Ten feet tall
But oh there are times He wished the world Would fade just into sight And oh, the feelings that changed Were thicker than the brush Strokes of fame
Now he rides the dirt roads Of old southern Spain And when senoritas sing He can hear them say
Did you know Your garden's overgrown And what is shown?
He could see The writing on the wall Ten feet tall
Compositor: Desconhecido no ECADIntérprete: Paul John Weller (Paul Weller) (PPL - I)Publicado em 2011ECAD verificado fonograma #11996201 em 07/Abr/2024