A Spring Song
This road missed you so much
Although you promised to stay in touch
Yeah winter left a little rust
She said I know what I'm doing
While she put on her rollerskates
Quite aware they got no brakes
These people missed you so much
Although you promised to not loose touch
Yeah winter left a little rust
She said I know what I'm doing
While she put on her rollerskates
Quite aware they got no brakes
I see geese and cranes above our faces way up high
Oh they sing about freedom, about places in the sky
Yeah I go crazy when old men are passing by
In biker shorts way too tight
The rolling skaters say hi
They're sipping beer since last night
But I don't join them cause I stepped in dog poo again
I got the sun on my side
While cruising around my old neighborhood
It smells so good
And I see geese and cranes above our faces way up high
Oh they sing about freedom, about places in the sky
Yeah I go crazy when old men are passing by
In biker shorts way too tight
And with the sun all the sexist fuckers
Find their way out to honk and whistle again
And with the sun all the sexist fuckers
Find their way out to honk and whistle again
And I see geese and cranes above our faces way up high
Oh they sing about freedom, about places in the sky
Yeah I go crazy when old men are passing by
In biker shorts way too tight
Although you promised to stay in touch
Yeah winter left a little rust
She said I know what I'm doing
While she put on her rollerskates
Quite aware they got no brakes
These people missed you so much
Although you promised to not loose touch
Yeah winter left a little rust
She said I know what I'm doing
While she put on her rollerskates
Quite aware they got no brakes
I see geese and cranes above our faces way up high
Oh they sing about freedom, about places in the sky
Yeah I go crazy when old men are passing by
In biker shorts way too tight
The rolling skaters say hi
They're sipping beer since last night
But I don't join them cause I stepped in dog poo again
I got the sun on my side
While cruising around my old neighborhood
It smells so good
And I see geese and cranes above our faces way up high
Oh they sing about freedom, about places in the sky
Yeah I go crazy when old men are passing by
In biker shorts way too tight
And with the sun all the sexist fuckers
Find their way out to honk and whistle again
And with the sun all the sexist fuckers
Find their way out to honk and whistle again
And I see geese and cranes above our faces way up high
Oh they sing about freedom, about places in the sky
Yeah I go crazy when old men are passing by
In biker shorts way too tight
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Writer(s): Johannes Weichelt, Patrick Reif
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