Paroles de Pollard Saves The Day
Every tune's been collaredEvery word's been hollered
By a certain Mr. Pollard and the songs he sings
Every tune's to die for
Every word's a cipher
About his hunting knife or other valuable things
The celebrated Mr. P
Performs his tracks express for me
They burrow in my head and there they stay
And when a tune escapes his brain
He simply fills it up again
The songs of Mr. Pollard save the day
Every tune's been collared
Every word's been hollered
By a certain Mr. Pollard and the things he thinks
His muse produces like a geyser
It doesn't matter what he buys her
And so it's usually Budweiser that he drinks
When laundromats and lullabies
Conspire to cut me down to size
I tremble like a zebra on display Cry your knife away
Pollard saves the day
Bands collapse and he will stay
Pollard saves the day
The celebrated Mr. P
Performs his tracks express for me
They burrow in my head and there they stay
And when a tune escapes his brain
He simply fills it up again
The songs of Mr. Pollard save the day
Every tune's been collared
Every word's been hollered
By a certain Mr. Pollard and the things he thinks
His muse produces like a geyser
It doesn't matter what he buys her
And so it's usually Budweiser that he drinks
When laundromats and lullabies
Conspire to cut me down to size
I tremble like a zebra on display Cry your knife away
Pollard saves the day
Bands collapse and he will stay
Pollard saves the day
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