Lyrics:
Interviewer:
I'd just like to say, uh, good afternoon, Mister Banerjee
And take this opportunity of welcoming you and your musicians
To the studio
She'd be back early Friday morning or late Saturday afternoon
I wrote my baby a letter, don't want no one to break the seal
I wrote my baby a letter,
captured too
Well don't worry about it, it's quite alright
Fine... your father called me up this afternoon
Just a second...
as good as going tourist.
By Friday afternoon, Waldo was set.
He was thoroughly packed and the post
Office had agreed to pick him up at three o'clock.
even try to get right?
When you've outgrown a lover (oh-oh)
The whole world knows but you (oh-oh)
It's time to let go of this endless summer afternoon
(Dorothy Gish)
What a dish
Ohh
Al got wrinkly, watching Huntley-Brinkley
And Colleg Bowl on Sunday afternoons
While they both watch Meet The Press
Yetta
a thing to do
Ooh, what a thing to choose
But know, in some way, I'm there with you
Up against the wall on a Wednesday afternoon
Just keep following
Saturday's boys live life with insults
Drink lots of beer and wait for half time results
Afternoon tea in the light-a-bite - chat up the girls
the afternoon the weekly food
Is put in bags as you float off down the high street
The shop windows reflect play a nameless host
To a closet ghost a picture
I've been lonely in the afternoon
I said, "Janis, you know it ain't right".
Baby, it's time you would hold me
Yeah, hey, comin' home, babe,
Yeah,
All my life I've waited for an angel
But no angel ever came along
Then one happy afternoon I met you
And my heart began to sing a song
Somehow, I
wrong
Where the Sherwood used to be
Neon brambles now I can see
Fields of corn on early summer mornings
Or late afternoons
Anytime there was a place
a thing to do
Ooh, what a thing to choose
But know, in some way, I'm there with you
Up against the wall on a Wednesday afternoon
Just keep following
tried only this afternoon,
And that's how the old man drowned
Do not make a stingy sandwich
Pile the cold cuts high
Customers should see salami
the next afternoon
Turn, turn, to the rain and the wind
"Would you tell me the facts,"
I said without fear
Turn, turn, turn again
"That
right) It's real in the field
Real life, check it
I got it going on, even flip a morning song
Every afternoon, I kick half the tune
And in
Way up in the sky
Over the city, over Tokyo
Silver light, summer moon
You'll be over somebody's winter this afternoon
While the dolphins swim in
unexpectedly one afternoon
And catch us at it in the front room
You see I spy for a living
And I specialize in revenge
On taking the things I know will cause you
The most inept
That ever stepped
Oh, the alcoholic afternoons
When we sat in your rooms
They meant more to me
Than any, than any living thing
I was like peace in a groove
On a Sunday afternoon
You were there so was I
In the park 4th of July
I was chillin' with my Kool-Aid
When Miss
don't dey play the jammy in the daytime
People think it's slammin' plus the rhyme
Is hot an got me tunin'
The afternoon is FM in the PM
Oh if that
the troubles of your mind
And though the sun is burning brightly
All within the gardens
Are the sleeping oris dead
And through the afternoon
The buzzing
afternoon around eleven o'clock
It was freezin cold, he was standing on the block
Sellin cheeba, nick's and dimes
Sayin a rhyme just to pass the time
Sometimes after the shows at night, or in the afternoon,
Some guts come up and give you skull right in your hotel room.
Most nice girls do not give good
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