Sing a song of sad young man. Glasses full of rye. All the news is bad again so. Kiss your dreams goodbye All the sad youngmen. Sitting in the bars. Knowing neon nights. Missing all the stars
10. 000 men on a hill. 10. 000 men on a hill. Some of them going down some of them gonna get killed. . 10. 000 men dressed in Oxford blue. 10. 000 men dressed in Oxford blue. Drummin in the
wanna make love, I don't wanna make plans. I don't want anyone to want to hold my hand. I don't wanna make love, I don't wanna make plans. (All the sad youngmen). We're all beautful now like they
wanna make love, I don't wanna make plans. I don't want anyone to want to hold my hand. I don't wanna make love, I don't wanna make plans. (All the sad youngmen). We're all beautful now like they
words. The grand old Duke of York. He had 10,000 men. He marched them up to the top of the hill. And he marched them down again. Oh, the grand old Duke of York. He had 10,000 men. He marched them up
Written by James Young. Lead vocals by James Young people say with age there comes experience. but as soon as you are born you start to die. older men are chosen to speak wisely. but call the
face come peeping through my window Pictures of matchstick men and you. Mirages of matchstick men and you. All I ever see is them and you Windows echo your reflection. When I look in their direction
