Up and down No more spinning Like a perfect crime Around the corner Mud on his shirt Staying with the Reeds flowing back the Prettiest thing in the world He’s a thinker
So I ran to him the other day He was looking up the Milky Way He said It’s precious But what can you see Or hear or smell or feel it’s real
He’s a thinker on my way He’s a thinker of our day He’s a thinker don’t be surprised He’s a thinker of our life He’s a thinker
Quite small Jump into me A little bit dry So let me milk you Well I gotta admit the ******* of it is As simple as we used to be I am a thinker You don’t know me
A drunk silly little Irish cat He’s gay and he used to be my pet Listen, one day he told me He’s gonna walk away From my broken roof that he can’t stay
I’m a thinker on your way I’m a thinker of your day I’m a thinker don’t be surprised I’m a thinker of your life I’m a thinker
Straight up Here come the dreamers Colour their insanity Behind your paradise Well in this filthy world you live No-one really gives a **** They won’t listen until you died Wasted in Black and White You’re the thinker
You let them kiss your pretty face And ***** you with their ***** says You’re naked and you started to smile With tears fallin’ from your eyes
You’re a thinker on my way You’re a thinker of our day You’re a thinker don’t be surprised You’re a thinker of our life You’re a thinker
This is the Lyrics of a little folk song I wrote long time ago.