Lyrics:
A helicopter searchlight
Is searching for no-one
We're all pushing up the tin can mountain top
The smokestack clouds with glory attached
We're all pushing
A helicopter searchlight
Is searching for no-one
We're all pushing up the tin can mountain top
The smokestack clouds with glory attached
We're all pushing
searchlight is searching for no one
We're all pushing up the tin can mountain top
The smokestack clouds with glory attached
We're all pushing up the tin
Johnson]
We're all down in tin can alley! [spoken words, Lonnie Johnson]
I was down in tin can alley, loaded down with that bust-head gin.
I was down in tan
dig, dig, dig
Knock a hole in the old tin can
Circle up two and buckle up four
Away you go around the floor
Duck for the oyster, duck, duck, duck
Feelin' like a tin can the way you crush me
The way you crush me
Feelin' like a tin can when you crush me
Crush me baby
And it's funny 'cause I use
Feelin' like a tin can the way you crush me
The way you crush me
Feelin' like a tin can when you crush me
Crush me baby
And it's funny 'cause I use
Only big cities have little men
Living inside of a rolling tin can
Holy molly roly-poly
Metropolitan
Only big cities have little men
Living inside
Gather up the pots and the old tin can
And the mash, and the corn, the barley, and the bran
And then run like the devil from the excise man
Keep
tin cans and a string, I'm calling your name, calling you, love, come quickly
With two tin cans and a string, I'll try to explain how I can't live
Gather up the pots and the old tin can
The mash, the corn, the barley and the bran
Run like the devil from the excise man
Keep the smoke from rising
floating in a most peculiar way
Don't the stars look very different today
For here (here) am I sitting in my tin can (sitting in my tin can)
Far (far)
Hey, hey, monkey man whacha gonna do now?
You livin' in a tin can suckin' on balloon now
Hey, hey, funky tan thought you gotta prove how
You
Floating in a tin can
A tin can in a field
And the field is on a planet
And the planet's spinning 'round
I'm in a good place in a field
On a planet spinning
in a tin can trust
Don't know how
But it's gotta be going somewhere
A dime store shirt
And two bucks for a good pair
All in all it ain't much
to get back
In fact, only this track slows threats of global impact!
Where the heroes at
Jettison the tin can and spread your wingspan
There to here
turn the other way
I'm twenty, with the mind of an old man
Seen too much, so relying on a tin can
Been so stuck, only ever wanted me fans
I do it for
Aways question many things darg
(Question many things darg)
Mind was closed like tin can
And the booth was the opener
Be mindful of what you want
What you
Got more money than a bank
Got more time than sun's got shine
A thousand pairs of brand new shoes
And so I sing the tin can blues
You'll never
I am living the dream of a music man
Iʼve got my hand me downs and my tin cans
Mumma told me some day son youʼll make your name
Until that day come,
of a Cowboys coat
Written in the sky, written in the sand
On the back of a car draggin' old tin cans
True love declared with brush and paint
Way up there
she's driving away in that limousine
And I'm holdin' on
Like a tin can on a string.
Somewhere in my mind,
I'm the one by her side.
In that backseat,
thoughts inside your tears when you'd over load
Safe thoughts to hide your fears and keep you cold...
Silent junkie in a tin can
(make electrical impulses
I'm a song and dance man come and gather round me and clap your hands
Bring your tips boys put them in the old tin can
Buy me a drink boy and I'll
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