These mist covered mountains. Are a home now for me. But my home is the lowlands. And always will be. Some day you'll return to. Your valleys and your farms. And you'll no longer burn. To be brothers
on. If you can't find nobody else, then help yourself to me. . Eggheads fussin' rednecks cussin'. Hippies for their hair. Others laugh at straights who laugh at. Freaks who laugh at squares
dig the fat. Dig the boys and dig the girls. Dig the straights and dig the curls. Dig the future dig the past. Dig the audience and cast. Dig the sights dig the sounds. Yeah dig this London town
dig the fat. Dig the boys and dig the girls. Dig the straights and dig the curls. Dig the future dig the past. Dig the audience and cast. Dig the sights dig the sounds. Yeah dig this London town
dig the fat. Dig the boys and dig the girls. Dig the straights and dig the curls. Dig the future dig the past. Dig the audience and cast. Dig the sights dig the sounds. Yeah dig this London town
redhead yonder lookin' at me. The dance floors hoppin' and it's hotter than the fourth of July. I see outlaws, inlaws crooks and straights all out makin' it shake. Doin' the boot scootin' boogie. Yeah heel
redhead yonder lookin' at me. The dance floors hoppin' and it's hotter than the fourth of July. I see outlaws, inlaws crooks and straights all out makin' it shake. Doin' the boot scootin' boogie. Yeah heel
the masochists too. Screaming please hit me and I'll hit you The FBI is dancin' with the junkies. All the straights, swingin' with the funkies. Across the floor and up the wall. We're freakin' at
the masochists too. Screaming please hit me and I'll hit you The FBI is dancin' with the junkies. All the straights, swingin' with the funkies. Across the floor and up the wall. We're freakin' at
clout. And live the lifestyle that Robin Leach talkin' about. Slow down player, don't hate cuz you can't relate. The Bently Coupes and kickin' gears on Harley's with the. Straights. I got more lime
