Übersetzung: Hans Albers. Komm Auf Die Schaukel, Luise.
: (Instrumental)
: One step back from a beat down maniac I'm tired of taking a back seat from all the other demons that are stealing all the good shit leaving me with
: It's the swing It's the swing like a pendulum It marks the moments as the years go by in an innocent phase The swing into never-neverland There
Deep rhythm captivates me Hot rhythms stimulates me Can't help but swing it boy Swing it brothers swing Don't stop to diddle daddle Stop this foolish
Everybody's excited! Everybody's invited! Come along, and swing that thing, It's the wedding of Mr. and Mrs. Swing! Hear the clarinets tootin'!
Do you see them coming Through fields of snow? Do you see them riding Through fields of snow? One rides for a woman who has no name One rides for a king
She's got a feeling for the spring I've got another song to sing Girl on a swing Girl on a swing Girl on a swing, 0n a swing Such a pretty thing She
(Robert Ellis Orrall/Bob Regan) In my daddy's yard There's a worn out wooden swing So I asked him once What's the story with that thing He said "
How many times do they play that song broken record on and on cant they find a new song to sing? ass some style to that thing some people try to hit
Yeah, it's the swing Ooh, yeah, it's the swing Every day is a Saturday in the month of spring Seems the world is full of girl looking out for that love
watch you sleeping try hard not to walk away cause i haven't got anything to say when you wake with nothing in our heads but an idea of what we should
Hey, come on you women, let's do the Jitterbug Swing When you do the Jitterbug swing, you know you will be doing a thing Hey, I can't stand it long, I
Never said I was innocent I will burn in hell for the things I've done to you Never said I was anything good I should die from the shame from what I put
Watch the world argue Argue with itself Who's gonna teach me Peace and happiness? We can sit here forever Just never get old Listen to the world Letting
Deep down in my heart There is a lot of words Tears fall down my face But I hear the many voices that cry in vain I want to tell you Don't give it up
Four long lines one darker than the rest Each one has a purpose making borders on the land Farmer's pride you know he works real hard From a small aeroplane
Hey, in the silence I think of you I send a message Hope it gets through Think of the distance Think of the miles Over the valleys Could take a while
