Poor ole surrender Mimosa Finally burnt out by the sun I feel pretty burnt out myself When the long, hot summer is done Summertime's long been my favorite Now I can't grab it no more Can't find no time for a fish on the line Or that swing in the old Sycamore I'm in such a hurry now It starts to worry me Stop an' smell the roses? Baby, I can't hardly see No, I ain't forgotten just how good it all can be But I've got so much responsibility Got so much responsibility Baby, you know how I'm working Sorry I'm busy so much Sorry those days when the world went our way Are so hard to return to an' to touch Maybe our future looks brighter Maybe our ship will come in Maybe these years an' these muletrain careers Will be things we won't think about then But I'm in such a hurry now It start to worry me Stop an' smell the roses? Baby I can't hardly see No, I ain't forgotten just how good it all can be But I've got so much responsibility Got so much responsibility Competition's heavy on a hard line wreckin' crew The good ones never leave An' still there's always someone new Pressure comes down hard up on a top notch rivet team We don't get time to pace ourselves We don't stand around and dream Poor ole surrender Mimosa Finally burnt out by the heat I feel pretty burnt out myself When I make that ole turn down our street Summertime's long been my favorite Now it's ole autumn I love Summertime fun on some beach in the sun Is not somethin' I'm seein' much of I'm in such a hurry now It starts to worry me Stop an' smell the roses? Baby, I can't hardly see No, I ain't forgotten just how good it all can be But I've got so much responsibility Got so much responsibility Got so much responsibility © MCA O/B/O GEFFEN MUSIC; ROLLING TIDE MUSIC; Bu döküman AkorMerkezi.com'da yayınlanmıştır. http://www.akormerkezi.com