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ELIO E LE STORIE TESE A Man Of Habit Abitudinario Lyrics
Yesterday`s Clouds Over Our Daily Tomorrow)
I`m a man of habit, I always read the little elevator
signs:how many people it holds, and how many kilos,
then the elevator doors open and I`ve already forgotten
what the sign says. I`m a man of habit, and if I blow
my nose I have to check what`s come out, how many
kilos it weighs and if it might be dangerous for the
elevator.
Sitting in the bath I emit certain bubbles which run up
my back while rising to the surface, making me happy,
once they reach the surface I don`t like them anymore.
I`m a man of habit, don`t be too quick to judge me,
you`re just like me. And now for another happy little
chorus that has sweet fuck all to do with anything, but
which young people enjoy: tell me why, if a moo-cow
goes moo, why doesn`t a nightingale go nigh? Our
lives are a charade, at first everything seems to be
xxxxxyx, but then it turns out to be zxxyxz. Tell me
why there`s a brown hot-air balloon without a propeller
or a rudder inside of me.
When I`ve got a date with a girl I always cup my hand
over my mouth and smell my breath, I stay in the bath
for about twenty years, I think I`m going to get laid,
then I don`t get laid and I don`t wash anymore. I search
my nostrils for some evidence of my roots, but all I
find`s a fig and I`ll have to wipe it off under a chair or
something, just like when I was a child. These are the
things I do, I sell lampshades too, you are just like
me....And now another little chorus that`s got fuck all
to do with anything but which young people enjoy:
tell me why, if a moo-cow goes moo, why doesn`t
a nightingale go nigh? Hi, we are Wayne Jackson
and Andrew Love, the Memphis Horns. Hi, I am
the Rararors. Big trouble. Thank you. Tell me why
there`s a brown hot-air balloon without a propeller
or a rudder inside of me. Having reached the end
of the day, I look under the blankets in search of
hope, I am abundantly flatulent, I`m no longer
frightened, I drift off happily to sleep, intoxicated
by my own fumes
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I`m a man of habit, I always read the little elevator
signs:how many people it holds, and how many kilos,
then the elevator doors open and I`ve already forgotten
what the sign says. I`m a man of habit, and if I blow
my nose I have to check what`s come out, how many
kilos it weighs and if it might be dangerous for the
elevator.
Sitting in the bath I emit certain bubbles which run up
my back while rising to the surface, making me happy,
once they reach the surface I don`t like them anymore.
I`m a man of habit, don`t be too quick to judge me,
you`re just like me. And now for another happy little
chorus that has sweet fuck all to do with anything, but
which young people enjoy: tell me why, if a moo-cow
goes moo, why doesn`t a nightingale go nigh? Our
lives are a charade, at first everything seems to be
xxxxxyx, but then it turns out to be zxxyxz. Tell me
why there`s a brown hot-air balloon without a propeller
or a rudder inside of me.
When I`ve got a date with a girl I always cup my hand
over my mouth and smell my breath, I stay in the bath
for about twenty years, I think I`m going to get laid,
then I don`t get laid and I don`t wash anymore. I search
my nostrils for some evidence of my roots, but all I
find`s a fig and I`ll have to wipe it off under a chair or
something, just like when I was a child. These are the
things I do, I sell lampshades too, you are just like
me....And now another little chorus that`s got fuck all
to do with anything but which young people enjoy:
tell me why, if a moo-cow goes moo, why doesn`t
a nightingale go nigh? Hi, we are Wayne Jackson
and Andrew Love, the Memphis Horns. Hi, I am
the Rararors. Big trouble. Thank you. Tell me why
there`s a brown hot-air balloon without a propeller
or a rudder inside of me. Having reached the end
of the day, I look under the blankets in search of
hope, I am abundantly flatulent, I`m no longer
frightened, I drift off happily to sleep, intoxicated
by my own fumes
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