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Текст песни "Syncopatin' Sandy" |
 When I was just a kid way back in my hometownThere was a crazy little man who once came aroundSyncopatin' Sandy was the stranger's namePlaying marathon piano, that was Sandy's game.
He played all day, he played all nightAfter 48 hours he was still alrightWe fed him whiskey from a paper cupAnd we wondered how long he could keep it up.
How long? how long?How long? how long?
Well his eyes are rollin' and he can't even speakThe spirit's willing but the flesh is weakHow long? how long?How long? how long?
People would come and the people would goAnd the people all agreed it wasn't much of a showThey all Sandy must be weak in the headAnd if he didn't stop soon he would drop down dead.
He played all day, he played all nightAfter 96 hours he was still alrightWe fed him whiskey from a paper cupAnd we wondered how long he could keep it up.
How long? how long?How long? how long?
Well his eyes are rollin' and he can't even speakThe spirit's willing but the flesh is weakHow long? how long?How long? how long?
(fade)How long? how long?
Drums: Liam GenockeyBass Guitar: Pete ZornKeyboards: Ian LynnWoodblocks: Frank RicottiAcoustic Guitar: Gerry RaffertyClarinets/Strings Arranged By: Wil MaloneString Leader: Gavin WrightVocals: Gerry Rafferty
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