Tied this letter to the red balloon. Flew this letter off across the ruse. Along with all the plans I made. Ooh.... . Over crippled cranes and twisted steel.
Shine on, shine on harvest moon. Up in the sky. I aint had no lovin'. Since January, February, June or July. S'no time, aint no time to stay outdoors and spoon.
The night was mighty dark so you could hardly see. For the moon refused to shine. Couple sittin' underneath the willow tree. For love they'd pine. . Little maid was kinda 'fraid of darkness.
Snowball, my honey, don? t you melt away. ? Cause daddy likes those dark brown eyes. Snowball, my honey, smile at me each day. ? Cause daddy likes those dark brown eyes.
They tell us that. We lost our tails. Evolving up. From little snails. I say it's all. Just wind in sails. . Are we not men. We are Devo. Are we not men.
My baby took our love. And then she rolled it up. Rolled it up a hill. Like a ball of snow. Like a snowball grows. Until it gets too big. Until she lost control.
Shrivel-up. Well it's a god-given fact (that. You can't go back). It's a god-given law that. You're gonna lose your maw. It's a god-given fact you gotta.