Fed up with your indigestion
Swallow words one by one
Folks got high at a quarter to five
Don't you feel you're growing up undone
Nothing but the local DJ
Said he had some songs to play
What went down from this fooling around
Gave hope and a brand new day
Imagine all the girl...
And the boys
And the strings...
And the drums – the drums
Nothing was the same again
All about where and when
Blowing our minds in a life unkind
You gotta love the BPM
When his work was all but done
Remembering how this begun
We wore his love like a hand in a glove
This preacher plans it all night long
Nothing but the girls
And the boys,
And the strings
And the drums...the drums...
Imagine all the girl...
And the boys
And the strings...
And the drums – the drums
All the girls
And the boys
And the strings
And the drums – the drums