The reverend who doesn't exist 'till you need him smiles understandingly
McCartney and Lennon just paid all the bills and made Great Britain free
And the Pink Wine Sparkles in the Glass know
How small can the world be as seen through Cleveland
Different patterns that's tall
I like them all
A bunch of young fellows from way down under led a journey that never could be
And NY no longer means New York City 'cause he once said hello to me
And the Pink Wine Sparkles in the Glass know
How small can the world be as seen through Cleveland
Different patterns that's tall
I like them all
The colour of skin still beats education
And christmas is a time to sell
And all that we know can soon be forgotten
Because what we don't know we can't tell
And the Pink Wine Sparkles in the Glass know
How small can the world be as seen through Cleveland
Different patterns that's tall
I like them all.
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written by RANDY BACHMAN, BURTON CUMMINGS
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