1939
Well tomorrow I go to see Paris
He says he has some pretty women waiting for me
Shall I judge them with my eyes or touch them with my heart
I don't know where; I don't know where to even start
But nonetheless, Paris insists so the three ladies take off all their clothes
And Piaf equates love to a rose and Dorothy says she'll take me over all the rainbows
Scarlett gives me such a fever and offers me all of her father's land
But you see this is, this is what I can't yet understand
How am I to tell them who's the fairest of them all
If I wasn't even invited to the ball
Listen, listen to the bell ring
The hunchback of Notre Dame is telling me I'm almost out of time
1939, what a year it was going to be
Marching down the yellow brick road to the sea of Galilee
But the cattle cars filled the station
And the books all burned while Roosevelt was on vacation
Not even John Wayne with his gun swirling
Could stop the stagecoach from burning
As Gehrig froze and saw his life seep into a legendary thing
Eugene Wideman faced head on the last public guillotine
George shot Lenny and gone with the wind went all their dreams
Listen, listen to the bell ring
The hunchback of Notre Dame is telling me I'm almost out of time
1939, what a year it was going to be
Marching down the yellow brick road to the sea of Galilee
He says he has some pretty women waiting for me
Shall I judge them with my eyes or touch them with my heart
I don't know where; I don't know where to even start
But nonetheless, Paris insists so the three ladies take off all their clothes
And Piaf equates love to a rose and Dorothy says she'll take me over all the rainbows
Scarlett gives me such a fever and offers me all of her father's land
But you see this is, this is what I can't yet understand
How am I to tell them who's the fairest of them all
If I wasn't even invited to the ball
Listen, listen to the bell ring
The hunchback of Notre Dame is telling me I'm almost out of time
1939, what a year it was going to be
Marching down the yellow brick road to the sea of Galilee
But the cattle cars filled the station
And the books all burned while Roosevelt was on vacation
Not even John Wayne with his gun swirling
Could stop the stagecoach from burning
As Gehrig froze and saw his life seep into a legendary thing
Eugene Wideman faced head on the last public guillotine
George shot Lenny and gone with the wind went all their dreams
Listen, listen to the bell ring
The hunchback of Notre Dame is telling me I'm almost out of time
1939, what a year it was going to be
Marching down the yellow brick road to the sea of Galilee
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Writer(s): Aidan Wirshing
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