Garibaldi Songtext
von Bill Pritchard

A Wednesday child rehears
As the lights go green on Saint Martin′s canal
Do we follow Garibaldi I don't think so
A scooter bathed in pink
A yellow post-box daubed with murderous meat
Do we follow Garibaldi? I don′t really know
And I know my job is to look out for you
Wherever you are and whatever you do
on my mind
A kind but desperate soul whose life was changed by thoughtless intent
Do we follow Garibaldi? I don't think so


Salut chez Adele an oasis of calm surrounded by change
Do we follow Garibaldi I don't really know
And I know my job is to look out for you
Wherever you are and whatever you do
on my mind
You walk down Bichat road
You think nothing has changed but everything′d changed
Do we follow Garibaldi I don′t think so
And I know my job is to look out for you
Wherever you are and whatever you do
on my mind