Song Description
A series of metaphors for pure happiness, in garage-rock style.
| Song Length |
2:28 |
Genre |
Rock - Classic, Rock - Roots/Rock n' Roll |
| Tempo |
Medium Fast (131 - 150) |
Lead Vocal |
Male Vocal |
| Mood |
Blissful, Ecstatic |
Subject |
Luck/Coincidence, Celebration |
| Similar Artists |
The Beatles, Elvis Costello |
Language |
English |
| Era |
1990 - 1999 |
| |
Lyrics
My eyelids open like a new day rising
Like the preacher shouting loud I'm busy proselytizing
My head's heated with a dose of sweet fever
The world's on the radio
And I'm the receiver
My limbs are lighter than an ostrich feather
I got rubber bands holding me together
My eyesight's hazy like some storm cloud weather
My brain's breezy like the wild Irish heather
I got lucky like a pair down underneath
Like a mojo and a pocket full of black teeth
My head's gone higher than a flying flock of gulls
Every word I want to say would be spelled out in bold capitals
My limbs are lighter than an ostrich feather
I got rubber bands holding me together
My eyesight's hazy like some storm cloud weather
My brain's breezy like the wild Irish heather
My mind's riding in a long, black limousine
Down the boulevard of visions, springing sweet dreams
I'm drinking sherry from an overflown crystal cup
And when it's finished then it starts back filling up
My limbs are lighter than an ostrich feather
I got rubber bands holding me together
My eyesight's hazy like some storm cloud weather
My brain's breezy like the wild Irish heather