歌词:
Fed up with your indigestion
You swallow words one by one
Folks got high at a quarter to five
Don't you feel your growing up undone
Nothing but the local DJ
You said he had some songs to play
What went down from this fooling around
Gave hope and a brand new day
Imagine all the girls
Ah ah, ah, ah, ah, ah, ah, ah
And the boys
Ah ah, ah, ah, ah, ah, ah, ah
And the strings
Eee, eee, eee, eee, eee, eee, eee, eee
And the drums
The drums
The drums
The drums
The drums
The drums
The drums
The drums
The drums
The drums
The drums
The drums
Oh
Nothing was the same again
All about where and when
Blowing our minds in our life unkind
You gotta love the BPM
When his work was all but done
Remembering how this begun
We wore his love like a hand in a glove
Then the preacher plays it all night long
Nothing but the girls
Ah ah, ah, ah, ah, ah, ah, ah
And the boys
Ah ah, ah, ah, ah, ah, ah, ah
And the strings
Eee, eee, eee, eee, eee, eee, eee, eee
And the drums
The drums
The drums
The drums
The drums
The drums
The drums
The drums
The drums
The drums
The drums
The drums
The drums
The drums
The drums
The drums
The drums
The drums
The drums
The drums
Imagine all the girls
Ah, ah, ah, ah, ah, ah, ah, ah
And the boys
Ah ah, ah, ah, ah, ah, ah, ah
And the strings
Eee, eee, eee, eee, eee, eee, eee, eee
And the drums
Ah ah ah ah, ah, ah, ah, oh
And all the girls
Ah ah, ah, ah, ah, ah, ah, ah
And the boys
Ah ah, ah, ah, ah, ah, ah, ah
And the strings
Eee, eee, eee, eee, eee, eee, eee, eee
And the drums
The drums
The drums
The drums
