Testi:
Vecchia Signora

He looked funny The children called him the scarecrow An old raincoat And baggy trousers and sneakers he found at the dump Oh, but if you bothered to

It's the liitle old lady from Pasadena It's the liitle old lady from Pasadena Go granny, go granny, go granny go Got a pretty little flower bed of white

Stumbled my way on the darkest afternoon I got a beer in my hand And I'm draggin' a stoogie too The back of my brain is tickin' like a clock I simmer

On either side of the river lie Long fields of barley and of rye, That clothe the world and meet the sky; And thro' the field the road run by To many

I don't dig a lot of the establishment Well, your ideas and values They may work for you but They don't all work for me As far as i'm concerned Some

You and me are the disease and the germs are spreading Use me like listerine, keeping your breath fresher Feel the stroke of your paintbrush, my blank

My inner demons compel me to be here Your cheeks are flush like rose petals You're consumed with rage but I'm consumed with you Our eyes intertwine

I was driving In my car Late at night All alone Then he stopped me Asked me for a ride There you were On your own Now ask me why do I feel my heart

Dan, I need you now Ok Mikey, come Feel the fire Feel my love inside you so bright There's a sound and the smell of love on my mind I'm a toy Come