Lyrics:
Jongo

Es cinc oras de vespre, A l'entorn de Brunete*, La mort tomba dau ciele, L'er es de poussa. Es cinc oras de vespre, A l'entorn de Brunete, Lei vespas

Strange things happen in nighttime hours Yesterday's buds, tomorrow's flowers Those who speak numbers, refuse the great forgiver Powerful men raise your

When I get older, I will be stronger They'll call me freedom just like a wavin' flag Born from a throne, older than Rome But violent prone, poor people

[Intro] What do I do with a boy like you. L-like you. What do I do with you. (Oh!) What do I do with a boy like you. (What do I do with a boy like you

Groovin' on a Sunday afternoon Really couldn't get away too soon I can't imagine anything that's better The world is ours whenever we're together There

Always see it on TV Or read it in the magazines Celebrities want sympathy All they do is piss and moan Inside the Rolling Stone Talking about how hard

Oh, my love Please don't cry I'll wash my bloody hands and We'll start a new life I ripped out His throat And called you on the telephone To take off

Hey dad I'm writing to you Not to tell you that I still hate you Just to ask you, how you feel And how we fell apart How this fell apart Are you happy

I don't know too much about you Too much of my old man I know he walked right out that door We never saw him again Last I heard he was at the bar Doin