Chorus:] Morning is one thousand dreams away and our expedition telling us to stay so stay we will we've got that gypsy lady perched upon our bow and the empire ship
our slums And outcome, as mommy kneels, sittin' on the front row Hopin' God will accept your soul The new millennium, and as I sit watch the distance Ships
in the brain Insane in da membrane Insane in the brain Insane in da membrane Crazy insane, got no brain Insane in da membrane Insane in the brain Like Louie Armstrong played the trumpet
Crazy insane, got no brain) Insane in da membrane (Insane in da brain) Insane in da brain Insane in da brain Insane in da brain Insane in da brain Like Louie Armstrong, played the trumpet
walk you can dance That's an old proverb from Zimbabwe You know what I mean? If you can talk you can sing If you can walk you can dance Yeah, and the trumpet
Did I step on your trumpet or did I lump Lump them in with you? (Did he step on your trumpet or did he lump?) I put your name on the ballot 'cause you
've lived in bars and danced on tables Hotel, streets and ships that sail We swim with sharks And fly with aeroplanes in the air Send in the trumpets
DO YOU THINK OF MY EQUIPMENT? CARLY: I JUST ASKED TO BORROW YOUR VIDEOCAMERA. WHAT IS ALL THIS? FREDDIE: WELL, THAT?S A 3-SHIP HI-DEF CAMCORDER WITH
See my ships, they are sailing In and out of the harbor Will they go together Or must they stay apart? Yes, I know it's in my heart Surely you see what
High tide In the cool of the mist Walking in the shadows of the trade ships I`ll be your baby I will not be your man I will not be around when you call
jewelled trumpet words blind his sight. Walls that no man thought would fall The altars of the just Crushed .... dust in the wind No man yields who flies in my ship
jewelled trumpet words blind his sight. Walls that no man thought would fall The altars of the just Crushed .... dust .... in the wind .... No man yields who flies in my ship
could flatten Schwarzenegger in a wrestling match Ya got lips like a character in some cartoon With a pink posterior ya big baboon Ya just a (Elephant Trumpet) (Elephant Trumpet
blew the trumpet in the van, a an He took me flying on his crimson ship He never left me his number He took me flying on his crimson ship Then he was
Fais ta priere Avant l'enfer Et la galere (Don't burn your fingers Or believe me Say your prayer Before the hell And the slave ship) Bruule pas tes
't get it twisted, I'll break your jaw You'll be sippin' fried chicken through a crazy straw Liquid diet, bitch, we official pirates I ghost ride the ghost ship
Ou bien crois-moi Fais ta priere Avant l'enfer Et la galere Don't burn your fingers Or believe me Say your prayer Before the hell And the slave ship
