The Hypnotist - Radio Edit
Everyone is going to the Hypnotist's House
And everyone is taking the Hypnotist's word
He's a person that's given to
Giving people instructions
Now he's brave, now he's fair
Oh look at his raincoat and his
Tiny little fingers
If you were you, and I was me
We'd go to a party
If you were you, and I was me
It would be just like life
Someone in this room doesn't want to be moved
I say somebody in this room doesn't want to be cured
Keep your eyes on the moving object
Keep your eyes on that moving object
If you were you, and I was me
We'd go to a party
If you were you, and I was me
It would be just like life
Into the clear blue sky
As if we had a choice
Into the clear blue sky
Just like a memory of morning
People round here don't get much sleep
'Cos some creep is murdering the Hypnotist's sheep
People round here don't get much sleep
'Cos some creep is murdering the Hypnotist's sheep
Twice I fried a fish, twice it got burned
Twice I fried a haddock, twice it got burned
Oh, twice I fried a fish, twice it got burned, and
Twice I fried a haddock, twice it got burned
If you were you, and I was me
We'd go to a party
If you were you, and I was me
It would be just like life
Into the clear blue sky
As if we had a choice
Into the clear blue sky
Just like a memory of morning
Now, ooh, now
Now, ooh, now
And everyone is taking the Hypnotist's word
He's a person that's given to
Giving people instructions
Now he's brave, now he's fair
Oh look at his raincoat and his
Tiny little fingers
If you were you, and I was me
We'd go to a party
If you were you, and I was me
It would be just like life
Someone in this room doesn't want to be moved
I say somebody in this room doesn't want to be cured
Keep your eyes on the moving object
Keep your eyes on that moving object
If you were you, and I was me
We'd go to a party
If you were you, and I was me
It would be just like life
Into the clear blue sky
As if we had a choice
Into the clear blue sky
Just like a memory of morning
People round here don't get much sleep
'Cos some creep is murdering the Hypnotist's sheep
People round here don't get much sleep
'Cos some creep is murdering the Hypnotist's sheep
Twice I fried a fish, twice it got burned
Twice I fried a haddock, twice it got burned
Oh, twice I fried a fish, twice it got burned, and
Twice I fried a haddock, twice it got burned
If you were you, and I was me
We'd go to a party
If you were you, and I was me
It would be just like life
Into the clear blue sky
As if we had a choice
Into the clear blue sky
Just like a memory of morning
Now, ooh, now
Now, ooh, now
Credits
Writer(s): Padraig Meehan
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