Wouldn’t it be nice to be born olden
Then we wouldn’t have to wait so long
Don’t matter if no one believes, what’s told ‘n…
If the words, got transcribed all wrong
What matters is that the song really sold ’n…
A hit gets passed along to me and you
For some, it catches the imagination
Connecting the ole’ neurons, till it’s true
With just an electrical…
Synaptical… tickle
From a joke to an epic legend, good God!
And often back to a joke, yet again
French whispery, myth and mystery
Ensure it endures, and never ends
Nobody said, it had to be the whole truth
But in there lies some meaning, for all of man
Can’t block Christ, by mocking Christians
Can’t knock Star Wars, cos of Jedi fans
But when they promise, that vulnerable folk can…
Again, be with the dead, they still love and adore
Catchy numbers just get re-cut, re-told, re-sold ‘n
‘Till their fans believe, they’ll meet again once more