First, last and everything

Yes, music is my first love and I’m hopelessly devoted to her. Music comes in colours everywhere. Like a rainbow. Yesterday, today and tomorrow. Let the music play. Let good times role. I’m slave to her rhythm. She feels like dancing. Like a butterfly in a Gadda da Vida. She makes me clap my hands and shake my groove thing. Wow, let’s blame it on the boogie. Yes sir, I can boogie, all night long.

Old and wise, I’ve been playing mind games forever. Chanting the mantra, peace on earth. C’est un beau roman, c’est une belle histoire. Mon amour, tu es ma rose, je t’adore de jour en jour. Ne me quitte pas, ne me quitte pas. You’re my first, my last, my everything. When the lights are low you’re my dancing queen. You murmur vague obscenities at ugly duckling girls like me. Ob-La-Di, Ob-La-Da, life goes on.

I’m sure to wear flowers in my hair when I do the love shack. Bang, bang, on the door baby, bang bang. It feels like knocking on a heavens door, painted black. Let it be, there’s no time for trouble. When you’re from a land down under, just glow and plunder and get yourself a vegemite sandwich, because there’s no milk today. A bottle stands for lorn, a symbol of the dawn. It makes you feel only the lonely, like a psycho killer, losing his religion, three hundred sixty five degrees, burning down the house.

Music makes me smile, makes me down, down, deeper and down. I just wanna have fun. I just want to put a spell on her. Because she is mine, my first, my last and my everything. And never, never will I sit alone to celebrate Christmas. Because I have a house and a place in the sun and always someone around who loves me. For ever and ever.