When I Turn Ninety-Nine Songtext
von Devin Davis
When I Turn Ninety-Nine Songtext
Sakes alive I′m so confused
I met the ghost of Everett Ruess
On the sidewalk yesterday
Well, he looked directly in my eyes
Saying "Surely it's no big surprise
That you′re thinking that you've lost your way"
Everett, it's not sound
When you′ve got greyhounds living up inside your mind
Running circles all the time
Just a little
Just a little bit of
Bad maintenance makes a mess
Just a little
Just a little bit of
Bad maintenance makes a
Later that night I was face to face
With William Tell in outer space
As a unicycle wiggling on a wire
"Better watch out, Mr. Crazy Pants
You′re riding in an ambulance
That ain't a gonna to make it to the fire!"
Just a little
Just a little bit of
Bad maintenance makes a mess
Just a little
Just a little bit of
Bad maintenance
Makes a
I′m mourning this morning
Ms. Garland, my darling
One evening, three hours
And the whole world was ours
From the hilltops to the little
Ball of molten rocks in the middle
Now how'm I just supposed to
Get you off my mind?
When you′ll be up there when I turn ninety-nine
Just a little
Just a little bit of
Bad maintenance makes a mess
Just a little
Just a little bit of
Bad maintenance makes a mess
I met the ghost of Everett Ruess
On the sidewalk yesterday
Well, he looked directly in my eyes
Saying "Surely it's no big surprise
That you′re thinking that you've lost your way"
Everett, it's not sound
When you′ve got greyhounds living up inside your mind
Running circles all the time
Just a little
Just a little bit of
Bad maintenance makes a mess
Just a little
Just a little bit of
Bad maintenance makes a
Later that night I was face to face
With William Tell in outer space
As a unicycle wiggling on a wire
"Better watch out, Mr. Crazy Pants
You′re riding in an ambulance
That ain't a gonna to make it to the fire!"
Just a little
Just a little bit of
Bad maintenance makes a mess
Just a little
Just a little bit of
Bad maintenance
Makes a
I′m mourning this morning
Ms. Garland, my darling
One evening, three hours
And the whole world was ours
From the hilltops to the little
Ball of molten rocks in the middle
Now how'm I just supposed to
Get you off my mind?
When you′ll be up there when I turn ninety-nine
Just a little
Just a little bit of
Bad maintenance makes a mess
Just a little
Just a little bit of
Bad maintenance makes a mess
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