Fed up with your indigestion
You swallow worries
one by one
Folks got high
at a quarter to five
Don't you feel
you're growin' up undone
Nothin' but the local DJ
He said he had
some songs to play
What went down
from his foolin' around
Gave hope
and a brand new day
Imagine all the girls
Ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah
And the boys
Ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah
And the strings
Ee ee ee ee ee ee ee ee
And the drums the drums
The drums the drums
The drums the drums
The drums the drums
The drums the drums
The drums the drums oh
Nothin' was the same again
All about where and when
Blowin' our minds
in a life unkind
You gotta love the BPM
When his work was
all but done
Remembering how this begun
We wore his love
like a hand in a glove
As the preacher
plays it all night long
Nothin' but the girls
Ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah
And your boys
Ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah
And the strings
Ee ee ee ee ee ee ee ee
And the drums the drums
The drums the drums
The drums the drums
The drums the drums
The drums the drums
The drums the drums
The drums the drums
The drums the drums
The drums the drums
The drums the drums
Imagine all the girls
Ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah
And the boys
Ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah
And the strings
Ee ee ee ee ee ee ee ee
And the drums
Ah ah ah ah ah ah ah oh
And the girls
Ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah
And the boys
Ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah
And the strings
Ee ee ee ee ee ee ee ee
And the drums the drums
The drums the drums