: [Van Halen cover] Turn your radios on I'll appear right there, yes, I will Turn me up real loud I'm in your, ears Now I'm hanging ten now, baby As
at night before I drift During my sleep they gambol and play And chase Balls or Children or Giants They play cards and click their eyes They laugh, and take tea at six They
and you still gettin taunted If the Father of Creation was to come at you down You'd find a very pleasant home six feet under the ground Poppa was here