Hang On St. Christopher
Bulletboys
3:58Tea time It was a party, a mad hatter masquerade We donned the bullet train to please My so-called cohorts, though they lavish me with praise While hoping hearts will never seize Well, I don't know why it's such a bore I don't think you're funny anymore Wild be the visions are writing on the wall "At least, the hell," that's what you say Whoa, they tried ya' apologetic with a smile The fat man says "you gotta play to stay" What's this world coming to? Something I don't even know So, I don't think you're funny anymore By the time will pass, we'll hold on I don't think you're funny anymore Yeah, yeah, yeah Tea time Mm, mm, hm, baby now I feel your body talkin' Whoa, whoa, whoa, yeah, yeah I don't think you're funny anymore I don't think you're funny anymore Anymore, anymore, anymore THC groove, oh, THC groove