Elton John is charging forward,
At the rate of 152 bmp,
Like a boat racing shoreward,
A boat who's crew is due for some leave.
Chargin like an angry rhino,
John is jumping about,
Tearing through the room with abandon,
Just begging for a scrap.
Feeling invincible in the moment,
Where everything is going JUST right,
Where your spoiling for a rumble,
To tumble for tumblin' sake.
To break free from the usual,
For a breath for fresh air,
For a breath of something REAL!
Chain smoking like a man on death row,
Cold beer in one's hand,
Getting well and truly ripped,
Pleased at where the night is going.
All tasks accomplished,
All challengers laid low,
Sporting a bruised and bloodied brow,
But a victorious smile showing all the same.
Wind blowing through hair,
Legs churning asphalt like it's no one's business,
Feet barely touching the ground,
Onto the next scrap,
The next in a long and wonderful night.
Mar 23, 2018
Mar 23, 2018 at 2:22 AM UTC
Elton John is charging forward,
At the rate of 152 bmp,
Like a boat racing shoreward,
A boat who's crew is due for some leave.
Chargin like an angry rhino,
John is jumping about,
Tearing through the room with abandon,
Just begging for a scrap.
Feeling invincible in the moment,
Where everything is going JUST right,
Where your spoiling for a rumble,
To tumble for tumblin' sake.
To break free from the usual,
For a breath for fresh air,
For a breath of something REAL!
Chain smoking like a man on death row,
Cold beer in one's hand,
Getting well and truly ripped,
Pleased at where the night is going.
All tasks accomplished,
All challengers laid low,
Sporting a bruised and bloodied brow,
But a victorious smile showing all the same.
Wind blowing through hair,
Legs churning asphalt like it's no one's business,
Feet barely touching the ground,
Onto the next scrap,
The next in a long and wonderful night.
Saturday Nights Alright- Elton john
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