Texty:
Harry Nilsson Nilsson Schmilsson

The other day a friend of mine said He said, the sun's not really yellow He said, the sun is really red I said, my friend, what do you mean? You read

Gotta get up, gotta get out Gotta get home before the morning comes What if I'm late, gotta big date Gotta get home before the sun comes up Up and away

Driving along you can see all the people Who seem to have nothing to say to each other Each day they grow farther and farther away from each other Driving

C'mon baby, let the good times roll C'mon baby, let me thrill your soul, yeah C'mon baby, let the good times roll Roll all night long C'mon baby, yes

No, I can't forget this evening Or your face as you were leaving But I guess that's just the way the story goes You always smile but in your eyes Your