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But (Bloem/Chielie) download mp3 (9.023 kB) file includes lyric (embedded ID3v2 synchronized) I had dreams of a life that was peaceful and quiet A petrified flaming existence Trees swaying slightly over sand, and in the distance Scintillating rhythms of the hi-hat I would have been so happy on my own I mean, I was one, and I was rather left alone Then just before I might have died I got lost without a guide Whoah, I was fried Ten dirty niggers and a silver soothe Glasses and glances and tears in a phone-booth Whoah, tears in a phone-booth Chorus: Save me the child Let’s never grow old and always be wild Hijack my heart Let never the power take over Then I ran into a slumborn dancing-man He said: “Yo, man, party as hard as you can!” ‘n’ I said: “Man, I feel no need to party The world around don’t seem that hearty And I hate the way you brag And I hate the way you prance But all the same you make me dance And I like them looney tunes, uncouth They make me lose my legging Balding brutes and three sanyassins Bag the lot by blatant bragging Time for some serious gagging?” Chorus: Save me the child Let’s never grow old and always be wild Hijack my heart Let never the power take over Solo Oh, please, let’s keep things silly Last one laughing is a willie I like my music mad And then I’d like the things I’ve never had Things I’ve never had Chorus: Save me the child Let’s never grow old and always be wild Hijack my heart Let never the power take over