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Got to sit down, take a rest on the porch.
Imagination sets in, pretty soon I'm singin',
Doo, doo, doo, Lookin' out my back door.
There's a giant doing cartwheels, a statue wearin' high heels.
Look at all the happy creatures dancing on the lawn.
A dinosaur Victrola list'ning to Buck Owens.
Doo, doo, doo, Lookin' out my back door.
Tambourines and elephants are playing in the band.
Won't you take a ride on the flyin' spoon?
Doo, doo doo.
Wond'rous apparition provided by magician.
Doo, doo, doo, Lookin' out my back door.
Tambourines and elephants are playing in the band.
Won't you take a ride on the flyin' spoon?
Doo, doo doo.
Bother me tomorrow, today, I'll buy no sorrows.
Doo, doo, doo, Lookin' out my back door.
Forward troubles Illinois, lock the front door, oh boy!
Look at all the happy creatures dancing on the lawn.
Bother me tomorrow, today, I'll buy no sorrows.
Doo, doo, doo, Lookin' out my back door.
This is the best song ever! Doesn't anybody like it?
I'm with you, Mr. duk!
Great, fun tune. : )
No small thanks to Radio Paradise....
Actually all he wanted to do was play the saxophon in his band and make jokes. We didn't appreciate him anywhere near enough at the time. A shame.
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=RqZhM75aGMg
"to enhance the use of the Guild Guitar Starfire for this musician Tom Fogerty, and its particular style to touch very rocking; all the music produced for this band called Creedence Clearwater Revival and this song never will be old. It is secular;
volatile they are many songs that if make today, a little for the whole world, that more seem stuned done in series, ready-to-hear......
today exist more than 20, 30 in scene "called" pop-rock-bands, or indie-rocks, pos-punk, whose gotten noise all is made on same musical structure, the same chords, the same arrangements, poor lyrics, no innovation (they only change the flies, the excrements is the same); in the future, passed more twenty years nobody will hear to speak of them and the edited records already will be in the place that they deserve, in the garbage; the society of consumption for music, to use and to lie down outside, dismissable music....."
remembering Mr. Tom Fogerty. -
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