Ella's In The Band 歌词

Meeting every Tuesday in a club in Soho I'm just dreaming on Rockefeller Plaza Paul's in the hall with the bedroom plaything He's wishing he could give her a damn good thrashing Everybody cries, "Well, good for you, Paul! We never liked her very much at all." I'm just dreaming on Rockefeller Plaza I'm just waiting on magic shoes, got three wee chords, and I just can't lose I'm just finding my own way there, I lost my voice and I grew my hair Well, brother John's long gone, keeps his nose clean He's sucking on a black and white TV screen Well, he says he got a girl and a paper memory Pictures on the wall and a dog named Henry I'm just dreaming on Rockefeller Plaza. Well, Ella's in the band but she's always solo She's dressed in rags and covered in dayglo Banging on the drums like a big white throwback Screaming all the while at her husband, poor Jack! I'm just dreaming of Rockefeller Plaza Well I'm just waiting on pigs to fly Got cold dead brains and a reason why I just better move half as slow As be your dog and your one man show I'm just waiting on magic shoes Got three wee chords, and I just can't lose I'm just finding my own way there Oh I lost my voice and I grew my hair I'm just waiting on pigs to fly Got cold dead brains and a reason why If I just didn't move half as slow I'd be your dog and your one man show