100 Years Songtext
von Blues Traveler
100 Years Songtext
The sun is warm as the day is long
I just got the feeling I can do no wrong
I′ve got a long way to walk, can't afford my next meal
I tell a few lies, but my hunger is real
And it won′t mean a thing in a hundred years
No, it won't mean a thing in a hundred years
Mademoiselle, tell me, do you play?
Well, if she shakes her head, well, then that's okay
I watch her walk away in haste
There′s just no accounting for some people′s taste
And it won't mean a thing in a hundred years
No, it won′t mean a thing in a hundred years
Big angry man in the doorway there
Just keep on walking like I don't care
Why you giving such an evil eye?
Could it be you were ignored by every passerby?
And it won′t mean a thing in a hundred years
No, it won't mean a thing in a hundred years
Play in the park for tobacco and food
Then I excuse myself but they think I′m rude
Tourist don't want me to end his show
But this colorful attraction got places to go
And it won't mean a thing in a hundred years
No, it won′t mean a thing in a hundred years
Sit at the pier, watch the sun go down
Another lost little boy in a big old town
I want to laugh, I want to cry
But no matter how hard I try
It won′t mean a thing in a hundred years
No, it won't mean a thing in a hundred years
No, it won′t mean a thing in a hundred years
I just got the feeling I can do no wrong
I′ve got a long way to walk, can't afford my next meal
I tell a few lies, but my hunger is real
And it won′t mean a thing in a hundred years
No, it won't mean a thing in a hundred years
Mademoiselle, tell me, do you play?
Well, if she shakes her head, well, then that's okay
I watch her walk away in haste
There′s just no accounting for some people′s taste
And it won't mean a thing in a hundred years
No, it won′t mean a thing in a hundred years
Big angry man in the doorway there
Just keep on walking like I don't care
Why you giving such an evil eye?
Could it be you were ignored by every passerby?
And it won′t mean a thing in a hundred years
No, it won't mean a thing in a hundred years
Play in the park for tobacco and food
Then I excuse myself but they think I′m rude
Tourist don't want me to end his show
But this colorful attraction got places to go
And it won't mean a thing in a hundred years
No, it won′t mean a thing in a hundred years
Sit at the pier, watch the sun go down
Another lost little boy in a big old town
I want to laugh, I want to cry
But no matter how hard I try
It won′t mean a thing in a hundred years
No, it won't mean a thing in a hundred years
No, it won′t mean a thing in a hundred years
Writer(s): John C Popper Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com