Eurythmics
Eurythmics - Stars On Sunday lyrics
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A man walked into a bar And said oooooooohhhhh And the barman said Oooooooohhhhh where did you get that suit? And the man said Give me a drink And the barman said oooooooohhhhh Closed circuit t.v. Spins round zooms On a packet of cigarettes Stays on the ashtray And fingernails And the barman said oooooooohhhhh Maybe I just had a bad day Program crashing Disenchanted I hope nobody tries to get in my way Solid traffic Faces frozen She came home With cigarette papers No compassion Just a companion She was cooking A casserole empty No connection To our problem Ice on the window Hands on the wheel The glove compartment Holds a secret Stars on Sunday You on Tuesday I don't know If you can hear me