try to sweep the love the care away,
I see a food-hog whet his gold-filled tusk
Or is it just me?
12 And 'Pollos on the rocker;
am I nuts, am I around the bend,
sitting here alone
all palaces, all hospitals where men moan.
such a disgrace
Every body is after fame and glory
What a beauty in full celebration
try to sweep the love the care away,
I see a food-hog whet his gold-filled tusk
Or is it just me?
12 And 'Pollos on the rocker;
am I nuts, am I around the bend,
sitting here alone
all palaces, all hospitals where men moan.
such a disgrace
Every body is after fame and glory
What a beauty in full celebration