oh when the night creepsup over the hillsideoh it's so quiet up hereyou can hear your thoughts from the insideoh well it took me a whileto take in the atmospheredark clouds of evil all around.
on the old dirt roadwithout a caregotta sixpence in my pocketoh I'm a millionairreoh and I would do anything to go back there. on the old dirt roadoh my brother and mewe make a mess all weekendtill sunday eveoh and I am travelling through the pastoh and I can see myself face to face in the looking glass.