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    Donald Fagen

    Trans-Island Skyway

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    Добавлена 6 февраля 2013 пользователем Миша

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    Текст песни Trans-Island Skyway
    Текст песни Trans-Island Skyway
    I was born yesterday
    When they brought my Kamakiri
    When they handed me the keys
    It's a steam-power 10
    The frame is out of Glasgow
    The tech is Balinese
    It's not a freeway bullet
    Or a bug with monster wheels
    It's a total biosphere
    The farm in the back
    Is hydroponic
    Good, fresh things
    Every day of the year
    Good, fresh things
    Every day of the year
    With all screens and functions
    In sync lock with Tripstar
    This cool rolling bubble
    Is all set to samba
    This route could be trouble
    (This route could be trouble)
    [Chorus:]
    Steamin' up
    That Trans-Island Skyway
    Tryin' to make that final deadline
    And if the lanes are clear
    We're gonna drive a little harder
    We'll be deep in the Zone by cryin' time
    Say, there's a wreck
    On the side of the road
    Lots of blood and broken glass
    The kid who was driving
    I know from somewhere
    Some kids just drive too fast
    Wait just a minute
    There's a beautiful survivor
    With dancer's legs and laughing eyes
    C'mon snakehips, it's all over now
    Strap in tight cause it's a long sweet ride
    Relax - put some sounds on
    I'll brew up some decaf
    C'mon kick off those heels ma'am
    Now breathe in and sigh out
    Let's get with the program
    (Let's talk about the good times)
    [Chorus]
    We reach the sprangle
    Just at dawn
    These little streets I used to know
    Is that my father
    Mowin' the lawn
    (C'mon daddy get in let's go)
    C'mon daddy get in let's go
    C'mon daddy get in let's go
    C'mon daddy get in let's go
    C'mon daddy get in let's go
    C'mon daddy get in let's go
    C'mon daddy get in let's go
    We pull into Five Zoos
    Past motels and drive-thrus
    That noon sun is blinding
    The tidepools are boiling
    Below plates are grinding
    (Let's talk about the good times)
    [Chorus]
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