Gypsy Galactic Journey

I've mounted a trip into the wild where my gypsies were ok,
Nothing strange just trippin' round
In some galaxies we've found
Sounds of cosmos beat tré cool
Boats that float kinda' old school
Surfing out the milky way
Bout that trip was on my brain

Smelling trumpet flowers all across the sky,
Full of wine barrels all around me
But just sated on the grass.

Spiders comb my hair, getting prepared to leave earth
Sundays used to be like this
But we ran out of gasoline
All these people going out to fill the sky
But i just wanted to fly my kite, aright is just...

Smelling trumpet flowers all across the sky,
Full of wine barrels around me
But just sated on the grass.

I've mounted a trip into outer space where my gipsies were ok,
Nothing strange just trippin' round
In some galaxies we've found,
Now that I know the whole thing was no dream
I tight my tie, clean my hat,
Prepare to launch and leave this town
Oh, when the midnight bells sing the melody



Credits
Writer(s): Bruno Rosso
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