WELL I WANNA BE
A SUGARMAN OOH BABY
AND I'VE GOT TO FEEL
A PEPPERMINT HEART, HEART, HEART

I WANNA HEAR A SONG
THAT STANDS OUT IN THE NIGHTLAND
THAT BRINGS A BEAM OF HOPE
AMONGST THE MISFITS & BOPCATS, CATS, CATS

WELL DROP ME IN A CITY
SOMEWHERE BACK IN TIME
A WARM & PUMPING CITY
THAT BLOSSOMS IN LOVE

MUCH UNLIKE THIS ONE
WHERE PEOPLE KILL TO GET NAMED IN THE HEADLINES
SUBTERRANEAN LAWS
ARE TURNING CLERKS INTO POPSTARS, STARS, STARS
AND THEY SQUEEZE ALL THE JAZZ FROM BLACK HEARTS
RIP IT UP FOR SOME DOLLARS

WELL DROP ME IN A CITY
SOMEWHERE BACK IN TIME
A WARM & PUMPING CITY
THAT BLOSSOMS IN LOVE
DROP ME IN A CITY
BEFORE THE DECLINE
WHERE SUGARMEN CAN LIVE IN
& BLOSSOM IN LOVE
(I GUESS)

THIS TOWN IS A FACTORY
A FACT, A FACT,
A FACTORY

tekst en muziek: dirk Blanchart
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