Текст пісні Hey Day - John Taylor

Hey Day

We made a fortune
We blew a fortune
Back in the hey day
It was a payday
We saw the future
We caused a suture
We lived in hotels
We lived on cocktails
All I wanted was
A friendly atmosphere
All I wanted was
To get way out of here
All I wanted was
To learn a whole new approach
All I wanted was… (love)
I was in third grade
When I met Matt Shade
He was a mover
Never loser
We made a good noise
We made the sun shine
We met some more guys
And we changed their lives
All I wanted was
To learn a whole new approach
All I wanted was
To lose this sense of this ghost All I wanted was
Hmmm a lucky puppy dog
All I wanted was… (love)
To hold my head high
To hold my head high
To hold my head high
To hold my head high
Went into tailspin
We hear a whirlwind
We married nice girls
Who turned to werewolves
We lived the big time
We made the girls scream
We traded silk ties
We started black books
All I wanted was
To make a moment
All I wanted was
To make a cornet burn
All I wanted was
To turn day into the night
All I wanted was
(flute)
All I wanted was
To make a moment
All I wanted was
To make a cornet burn
All I wanted was
To turn day into night
All I wanted was
Hey day, hey day, hey day, hey day, hey day
Hey day, hey day, hey day, hey day, hey day