Welcome, dear listener, are you comfortable?
Put your feet up, close your eyes, let your senses dull
Floating like a beach ball, wearing cordless phones
Let the tide take you, groove to the mellow tones, groovy
Who switc
Never On Sunday lyrics


NEVER ON SUNDAYAp to parasiro mou stelneNa dio ke tria ke tessera filiaPou ftanoun sto  limaniEna ke
hed the intro? ah, but I digress
Do you ever get that feeling your "not so fresh?"
Do you hang out nights at the launderette?
Dreaming of the cure for stubborn stains?
Wanna climb into the big machine?
Wonder how it feels getting really clean?
Chorus:
Angeline lyrics


You've been out on the tiles,
Winning the smiles of men of low persuasion,
But I know you drink yourself crawlin
I know you know more than what you're coming clean for
God is skin on mohair
Just admit you itch there
Shift to the left, shift to the right, fidget,
Lock knees, cough, cough, fidget,
Don't scratch, don't break out in a sweat
Are we feeling comfortable
Marigot Bay lyrics

written by Jean Frankfurter (Music)
and John Moering (Lyrics)
Each night I dream
The same old 
 yet?
Ever sweat bullets at the sight of blood?
Ever drag a half-ton cross through spit and mud?
Wouldn't want to plan too far ahead
Wouldn't  want to dwell on what's beyond
Pondering death is a dirty biz
Makes you wonder when your appointment is