(with Jimmy Buffett) I love this town like an unmade bed I love this town of the living dead I love this town gonna paint it red If I can spare a minute I love this town where curtains twitch Where this door scratches next doors itch Its a pantomime at fever pitch And we can all be in it People here are large as life They know the whole world and his wife From a razors edge to a kitchen knife Theyll be glad to help you I love this town of hidden charms Where no one means you any harm And if you sleep through false alarms No one here would blame you I love this town on the beaten track Where nothing slips between the cracks Her rent's arrears his heart attack Now isnt that a shame, ooh! Everyones friendly to your face And everybody knows their place As long as you respect their space You wont have to worry The town hall clock is calling out Its rush hour on the roundabout Now I know without a doubt Its the place for me I love this town the dirty streets Its a merry-go-round with broken seats Where silk and lace and satin sheets Are only dirty washing I love this town down on its knees Its going under by degrees Still we can do just as we please As long as no ones watching I love this town I love this town I love this town I love this town © 2004 Gregsongs (MCPS-PRS) Bu döküman AkorMerkezi.com'da yayınlanmıştır. http://www.akormerkezi.com