Fed up with your indigestion
You swallow words one by one
Folks got high at a quarter to five
Dont you feel youre growing up undone?Nothing but the local DJ
You said, he had some songs to play
What went down from his fooling around
Gave hope and a brand new dayImagine all the girls, ah, ah, ah, ah, ah, ah, ah, ah
And the boys, ah, ah, ah, ah, ah, ah, ah, ah
And the strings, ee, ee, ee, ee, ee, ee, ee, ee
And the drums, the drums, the drumsThe drums, the drums, the drums
The drums, the drums, the drums
The drums, the drums, the drums, ohNothing was the same again
All about where and when
Blowing our minds in a life unkind
You gotta love the BPMWhen his work was all but done
Remembering how this begun
We wore his love like a hand in a glove
Then the preacher plays it all night longNothing but the girls, ah, ah, ah, ah, ah, ah, ah, ah
And your boys, ah, ah, ah, ah, ah, ah, ah, ah
And the strings, ee, ee, ee, ee, ee, ee, ee, ee
And the drums, the drums, the drumsThe drums, the drums, the drums
The drums, the drums, the drums
The drums, the drums, the drumsThe drums, the drums, the drums
The drums, the drums, the drums
The drums, the drumsImagine all the girls, ah, ah, ah, ah, ah, ah, ah, ah
And the boys, ah, ah, ah, ah, ah, ah, ah, ah
And the strings, ee, ee, ee, ee, ee, ee, ee, ee
And the drums, ah, ah, ah, ah, ah, ah, ah, ohAll the girls, ah, ah, ah, ah, ah, ah, ah, ah
And the boys, ah, ah, ah, ah, ah, ah, ah, ah
And the strings, ee, ee, ee, ee, ee, ee, ee, ee
And the drums, the drums, the drums, the drums