Redeye Songtext
von Vivian Stanshall
Redeye Songtext
Here comes old Redeye he′s fulla drink
Mouthin' his mouth off to a load of kids
Sayin′ nothin' personal but he's up the creek
While you′re home sleepin′ he's down at the Speak, easy now
Here comes old Redeye he′s fulla drink
Mouthin' his mouth off to a load of kids
Sayin′ nothin' personal but he′s up the creek
While you're home sleepin' he′s down at the Speak, easy now
Here comes old Redeye he′s fulla drink
Mouthin' his mouth off to a load of kids
Sayin′ nothin' personal but he′s up the creek
While you're home sleepin′ he's down at the Speak, easy now
Here comes old Redeye he's fulla drink
Mouthin′ his mouth off to a load of kids
Sayin′ nothin' personal but he′s up the creek
While you're home sleepin′ he's down at the Speak, easy now
Here comes old Hawkeye, see his skillful squint
His ready intelligence, you see it in print
(Each day)
Flits into Amsterdam flies back to New York
In comfy 1st class compartment
Yet he can still talk ′bout "The People"
What kind of people? What kind of people?
'Bout the freaks down the Speak and the Stars on the Stage
And the psychedelic seed of the Aquarian Age
Jesus, Krishna, Manitou, oo-ever you are
God knows but he's not saying, moma, I need you now
Here comes young Crafty-Arty shining his sheen
Bestudded with sequins like a pearly queen
Slick as a lithograph reflected on stone
Limp as raw sausage but he gets it on, easy now
Here comes young Crafty-Arty shining his sheen
Bestudded with sequins like a pearly queen
Slick as a lithograph reflected on stone
Limp as raw sausage but he gets it on, easy now
Here comes young Crafty-Arty shining his sheen
Bestudded with sequins like a pearly queen
Slick as a lithograph reflected on stone
Limp as raw sausage but he gets it on, easy now
Here comes young Crafty-Arty shining his sheen
Bestudded with sequins like a pearly queen
Slick as a lithograph reflected on stone
Limp as raw sausage but he gets it on, easy now
Here comes the Avant-Gardener pruning his beard
Proposing philosophies like you′ve never heard
Split from your school/skull, sabotage seal-shooting hunts
Chimerical, chemical oracle, you′re a right stupid, easy now
Here comes the Avant-Gardener pruning his beard
Proposing philosophies like you've never heard
Split from your school/skull, sabotage seal-shooting hunts
Chimerical, chemical oracle, you′re a right stupid, easy now
Here comes the Avant-Gardener pruning his beard
Proposing philosophies like you've never heard
Split from your school/skull, sabotage seal-shooting hunts
Chimerical, chemical oracle, you′re a right stupid, easy now
Here comes the Avant-Gardener pruning his beard
Proposing philosophies like you've never heard
Split from your school/skull, sabotage seal-shooting hunts
Chimerical, chemical oracle, you′re a right stupid, easy now
Jesus, Krishna, Manitou, oo-ever you are
God knows but he's not saying, moma, I need you now
(That gets all the mums and dads going)
Sing up, no one will hear you
Mouthin' his mouth off to a load of kids
Sayin′ nothin' personal but he's up the creek
While you′re home sleepin′ he's down at the Speak, easy now
Here comes old Redeye he′s fulla drink
Mouthin' his mouth off to a load of kids
Sayin′ nothin' personal but he′s up the creek
While you're home sleepin' he′s down at the Speak, easy now
Here comes old Redeye he′s fulla drink
Mouthin' his mouth off to a load of kids
Sayin′ nothin' personal but he′s up the creek
While you're home sleepin′ he's down at the Speak, easy now
Here comes old Redeye he's fulla drink
Mouthin′ his mouth off to a load of kids
Sayin′ nothin' personal but he′s up the creek
While you're home sleepin′ he's down at the Speak, easy now
Here comes old Hawkeye, see his skillful squint
His ready intelligence, you see it in print
(Each day)
Flits into Amsterdam flies back to New York
In comfy 1st class compartment
Yet he can still talk ′bout "The People"
What kind of people? What kind of people?
'Bout the freaks down the Speak and the Stars on the Stage
And the psychedelic seed of the Aquarian Age
Jesus, Krishna, Manitou, oo-ever you are
God knows but he's not saying, moma, I need you now
Here comes young Crafty-Arty shining his sheen
Bestudded with sequins like a pearly queen
Slick as a lithograph reflected on stone
Limp as raw sausage but he gets it on, easy now
Here comes young Crafty-Arty shining his sheen
Bestudded with sequins like a pearly queen
Slick as a lithograph reflected on stone
Limp as raw sausage but he gets it on, easy now
Here comes young Crafty-Arty shining his sheen
Bestudded with sequins like a pearly queen
Slick as a lithograph reflected on stone
Limp as raw sausage but he gets it on, easy now
Here comes young Crafty-Arty shining his sheen
Bestudded with sequins like a pearly queen
Slick as a lithograph reflected on stone
Limp as raw sausage but he gets it on, easy now
Here comes the Avant-Gardener pruning his beard
Proposing philosophies like you′ve never heard
Split from your school/skull, sabotage seal-shooting hunts
Chimerical, chemical oracle, you′re a right stupid, easy now
Here comes the Avant-Gardener pruning his beard
Proposing philosophies like you've never heard
Split from your school/skull, sabotage seal-shooting hunts
Chimerical, chemical oracle, you′re a right stupid, easy now
Here comes the Avant-Gardener pruning his beard
Proposing philosophies like you've never heard
Split from your school/skull, sabotage seal-shooting hunts
Chimerical, chemical oracle, you′re a right stupid, easy now
Here comes the Avant-Gardener pruning his beard
Proposing philosophies like you've never heard
Split from your school/skull, sabotage seal-shooting hunts
Chimerical, chemical oracle, you′re a right stupid, easy now
Jesus, Krishna, Manitou, oo-ever you are
God knows but he's not saying, moma, I need you now
(That gets all the mums and dads going)
Sing up, no one will hear you
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