What's new to me
are the old nnn news to you
shed skiing oh and we'll sign
all the letters with our fingers
we'll rewrite the names

What's blue for me
is rependent for you
and with mouthfulls of spiders
we'll reach for our lives in the street

Do I have to play Poppa to earn you respect
Oh honey I'm so fortunate we met

And the pines and their guns
check the soldiers 'til they were all caught
They worked so hard

On the [bad word] and their gears you can sat into fears
when they guard
when They worked so hard

on the road that is closed
with the babies and clothes until then
it gets too hard

Go frozen our noses at the smellin' of roses
On cars
They worked so hard
They worked so hard
They worked so hard

They worked so hard
They worked so hard