We used to say I could eat
a horse, and we could and we did
In fast food joints in the
middle of someplace on the way to someplace else
Now we say I could eat a horse.
It's not true
We can't eat a horse, no,
because we don't want to
We want somethin from the
cookbook, that new one with the great graphics
Somethin from the cookbook,
that new one with the great graphics
Oh and I sing it now, hey
hey, hey hey, who woulda thunk it
Hey hey, hey hey, who woulda
thunk it
We used to say I don't care
if I never have any money
As long as I have my sweet
honey and a shack in the woodland
Now we say I don't care if
I don't have money, but it's not true
We can't live without money,
no, because we don't want to
We want one of those and two
of those, and oh that one looks neat, wrap it up
Put it on my MasterCard.
Put it on my Visa
And I sing it now, hey hey,
hey hey, who woulda thunk it
Hey hey, hey hey, who woulda
thunk it
Hey hey, hey hey
Hey hey, hey hey now, who
woulda thunk it
We used to say I don't care
if I never grow old
I'm gonna flame, gonna burn,
take one quick turn and be gone like James Dean
Now we don't say that.
It's too late to die young
So we sit at the table long
after supper and a good wine
Here's what we sing, we go,
hey hey, hey hey, who woulda thunk it
Hey hey, hey hey, who woulda
thunk it
Marco Giunco |
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