truck but it stalled The engine was better off dead CHORUS Oh the nights are long But life is longer still Oh the nights are long But the sun?s coming over the hill
a truck but it stalled The engine was better off dead CHORUS Oh the nights are long But life is longer still Oh the nights are long But the sun?s coming over the hill
and West Brighton the harbor Connect, me for vet, Don King and a tech Thug cats'll get done up on black man's sun up Cap the imperial, bring out new material
the ledge Refugee camp bringin', it straight over the edge You duck as I fluff, the feathers from ya skin How ya gonna win that's like Satan without
the ledge Refugee camp bringin' it straight over the edge You duck as I fluff the feathers from ya skin How ya gonna win that's like Satan without no
the horizon Comin' up, and I'm realizin' It's time for another uprisin' I'm manin' this attack by suprise n' "Avast mates, fire up the cannon" Right on the enemy's vessel it's
hours but I'm coverin' ground Your eyes get itchy in the wee wee hours sun's just a red ball risin' over them refinery towers Radio's jammed up with
It's on (Where your sparkle at kid) Ryzarector Yes, the shit is raw, comin' at your door Start to scream out loud, Wu-Tang's back for more Yes, the hour
through the trees? Don't the brakeman look good, mama Flagging down the double E? Don't the sun look good Goin' down over the sea? Don't my gal look fine When she's comin
? Don't the coast chap look good, baby, sittin' on his madman's knees? Don't the sun look good goin' down over the sea? Don't my gal look fine when she's comin
trees? Don't the brakeman look good, mama, Flagging down the "Double E"? Don't the sun look good Goin' down over the sea? Don't my gal look fine When she's comin
Minnesota fats Not domino 'cause your wisdom found at thrill Drunk on strawberry hill the episode was re-runnin' Over and over, and three times a lady
I look into your eyes and then My heart remembers when And I realize I neva gotten over you Every time I hear your name It's like the sun shined through the rain And I realize it's
Now that I'm much older I can see a lot is over And a lot has passed me by I try to see the sun comin' over the hill On a dark and dusty night I wanna
Radio sittin' on a window sill I can hear the music comin' over the hill How am I supposed to stay in bed With a crazy little love song in my head Ooh
The sun is comin' up over the hill... Or maybe it's not I can't even tell But there's a warmth on my face That isn't the blood And my tears are turnin
The sun was comin' up over the hill Or maybe it's not, I can't even tell But there's a warmth on my face that isn't the blood And my tears are turnin'
and so do many more. Over hill and highway the banana buggies go Comin' on to bring you The Banana Splits Show. Makin up a mess of fun Makin up a mess of fun Lot's