for a box of fading years And the elephants are dancing on the graves of squealing mice. Anyone for tennis, wouldn't that be nice? And the ice creams
(Eric Clapton and George Harrison) Thinkin' 'bout the times you drove in my car. Thinkin' that I might have drove you too far. And I'm thinkin' 'bout
(Jack Bruce and Pete Brown) When I was young they gave me a mongrel piano, Spent all my time inventing the cup of tea. Writing your name in the sea,
(Ginger Baker) Dainties in a jam-jar, parson's colour in the sky. Water in a fountain doesn't get me very high. Moby Dick and Albert making out with
(Skip James) I'm so glad, I'm so glad I'm glad, I'm glad, I'm glad I'm so glad, I'm so glad I'm glad, I'm glad, I'm glad I don't know what to do, I
, Gonna catch me a freight train. Gonna leave this town, Work done got to hard. She's gone, but I don't worry, I'm sittin' on top of the world. [Goodbye Cream
to a fight. Hey now baby, get into my big black car Hey now baby, get into my big black car I wanna just show you what my politics are. [Goodbye Cream
When I was young they gave me a mongrel piano Spent all my time inventing the cup of tea Writing your name in the sea Banging my favorite head Missing
Dainties in a jam-jar, parson's color in the sky Water in a fountain doesn't get me very high Moby Dick and Albert making out with Captain Bligh So you
I cut his throat now wear that like a necklace, respect this Twenty-two shots bodily harm, goodbye to your legs goodbye to arms goodbye to your moms [
eyes despise the A-X-E hangin' around my neck, check but we in this bitch and we be deptermined as fuck, like fat kids that be chasin' after the ice cream
[Chorus:] Goodbye American Bitch you've got to go Don't think you'll ever, ever, never, ever know How you shot me down so put that gun right back on
jealous eyes despise the A-X-E hangin' around my neck, check but we in this bitch and we be deptermined as fuck, like fat kids that be chasin' after the ice cream
a shower and then I strapped on my firearm Grab my Pelle Pelle cuz I wanna look fly when I die But it ain't my turn to say goodbye How do I know? Some
to drop From pops of glocks Blood drips and bodies rot Caught in the crossfire look for cover You hit a baby but the bullet was meant for another Goodbye
Words & Music by Steven Page She fed me strawberries and freezer-burned ice cream I said "Goodbye, I guess" She lifted up her dress and so I must confess
I have been lying under a pillow of dreams and feeling moments of swimming in cream. This is the start of the end. Goodbye. Flowers are facing my life
ooh-ee It's that million dollar bash Ev'rybody from right now To over there and back The louder they come The harder they crack Come now, sweet cream
