A Dancing Nylon Shirt
(Part one)
I know it won't be easy
I've got to get you out of my mind
I don't want this way of living
The blind are leading the blind
Picking it up putting it down
I'm getting tired, too many shades of brown
If a life's worth living, it's worth living good
I'm gonna live it just the way I think I should
Oh drink a bottle of wine
Be a friend of mine
When the spirit releases the anger decreases
And primitive races can capture their places
And serve at the table and study the faces
Of the pillars of Universal wisdom
I got that body fever
You put temptation right in my face
My spirit's rising but
They want me back in my place
You gotta buy it, you gotta try it
Can't do without it and it will not be denied
(Are you saying there's nothing here for me?)
You want a god, you want a guide
Come here boy; gonna take you for a ride
Oh drink a bottle of wine
Old friend of mine
When the madness descends on the planet
That's governed by money and hunger
And hate and disaster
Misunderstanding that goes hand in hand
With our glistening prophets of doom
A Dancing Nylon Shirt
(Part two)
A hat shaped head
A shoe shaped foot
A kennel shaped dog
A dancing nylon shirt
A man shaped woman
B alloon shaped air
G lass shaped beer
A dancing nylon shirt
A comfort shaped creature
A n office shaped accountant
A car shaped driver
A dancing nylon shirt
C ow shaped milk
A pencil shaped word
A denim shaped designer
A dancing nylon shirt
A tartan shaped approach
A dancing nylon shirt
A dancing nylon shirt
A dancing nylon shirt
I've got to make up my mind
I've got to make up my mind
A power shaped nap
A car shaped fanny
A god shaped preacher
A dancing nylon shirt
A n honest politician
A rock shaped band
A bell shaped tent
A dancing nylon shirt
A month shaped head
A well shaped cat
A dong shaped bell
A dancing nylon shirt
A sharp edged card
A bottle shaped message
A tongue shaped kiss
A dancing nylon shirt
A girl shaped dress
A dancing nylon shirt
A dancing nylon shirt
A dancing nylon shirt
A dancing nylon shirt
A dancing nylon shirt
The fire of life is burning
Burning through the light in my eye
Use imagination
You can tell if it's a joke or a lie
Ooh reach for a bottle of wine
That good old friend of mine
When the seeds of our children
Are blown in the wind and they land in the sand
Where they wither and die
And we reach for the sky
And the desperate truth
That we never could grasp
Becomes clear
Writer(s): Ian Gillan, Steve Morris
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