Translation: Sailor. Traffic Jam.
good day sailing To tell the sun and the moon That I am turning for no reasons too And I keep waiting Driving to the gas station Caught by a traffic jam
I'm stuck in a concrete canyon traffic jam Can't part the red light sea I set sail on this asphalt river Five o'clock rush hour, no one's gettin' anywhere
put a lump in my belly sail with the North Sea Sail with the North Sea ferries you'll laugh all the way with so little to pay sail with the North Sea Sail
turn at the corner of Haight And then a sharp right at the first street light And get yourself on a motor bike And if you think you'll get stuck in a traffic jam
your face And the way you drove your car All these things I can't forget Though I don't see you anymore Drove to the airport thru' a traffic jam A
like the ghost of Gene Krupa with an overhead cam and glasspacks and the whispering brushes of wet radials on a wet pavement and there's a traffic jam
day sailing To tell the sun and the moon That I am turning for no reasons too And I keep waiting Driving to the gas station Caught by a traffic jam
face & the way you drove your car. All these things I can't forget tho' I don't see you anymore. Drove to the airport thru' a traffic jam; a deer lay
your face & the way you drove your car. All these things I can't forget tho' I don't see you anymore. Drove to the airport thru' a traffic jam; a deer
tele put a lump in my belly Sail with the North Sea Sail with the North Sea ferries You'll laugh all the way with so little to pay Sail with the North Sea Sail