Album: Cafe Bossa Brazil Vol. 6
I had a dream last night that I was piloting a plane
And all the passengers were drunk and insane
I crash landed in a Louisiana swamp
Shot up a horde of zombies
But I come out on top
What’s it all about?
Guess it just reflects my mood
Sitting in the dirt
Feeling kind of hurt
All I hear is doom and gloom
And all is darkness in my room
Through the light, your face I see
Baby take a chance
Baby won’t you dance with me Lost all that treasure in an overseas war
It just goes to show you don’t get what you paid for
Bowing to the rich you worry about the poor
Put my feet up on the couch and lock all the doors
What’s that funky noise
That’s the tightening of the screws
Sitting in the dirt
Feeling kind of hurt
All I hear is doom and gloom
But when those drums go boom boom boom
Through the night, your face I see
Baby take a chance
Baby won’t you dance with me Yeah!
Baby won’t you dance with me Ah yeah
Fracking deep for oil but there’s nothing in the sump
The kids are all picking at the garbage dump
I’m running out of water so I better prime the pump
I’m trying to stay sober but I end up drunk
We’ll be eating dirt
Living on the side of the road
There’s some food for thought
Kind of makes your head explode
Feeling kind of hurt
But all I hear is doom and gloom
And all is darkness in my room
Through the night, your face I see
Baby, take a chance
Baby won’t you dance with me Yeah!
Baby, take a chance
Baby won’t you dance with me Sitting in the dirt
Feeling kind of hurt
Baby won’t you dance,
Won’t you dance with me.