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Riding On The Back Lyrics

Album Name : Hometown 2001
Release Date : 2004-08-03
Song Duration : 4:46

Francis Dunnery Riding On The Back

Molly came home from work and found her cat dead
           She suddenly realized she wanted a dog instead
           She dashed down to the kennel and bought herself a puppy
           And on that first walkies she ran across a yuppie
           His name was Steven, he was very clean shaven and patient
           Just the type of guy to help her build the kinda life
           That she's been craving
           And still to this day, coincidence is all the rage!
           I'm riding on the back of a giant bird
           Bigger than you, bigger than me
           On the west side of your memory
           The scent that sings your pot poureƩ
           The flour in your bakery
           Johnny and Rita had a real thing going on
           Johnny shows Rita to his best friend called Bobbie
           Who freaks over Rita, she finds herself smitten
           With Bobbie's commitment to old fashioned values
           So they run off together, it's a match made in heaven
           She is a painter and he is a turpentine seller
           Just the kind of love to make a lonely man
           And lonely woman better
           And still to this day coincidence is all the rage!
           I'm riding on the back of a giant bird
           Bigger than you, bigger than me
           It's the fight in your artillery
           The painting in your gallery
           The food in your delivery
           I don't want to break your heart in two
           There's just one thing I'd like you to try
           Don't let science take your wings away
           You can live tomorrow from today
           Frankie got out of school and found himself dead
           Instead of a diploma they gave him some white bread
           And Graham was in Chicago in a middle class home
           Destined for marriage and a lock on his bone
           And Johnny was Italian and it was meant to be
           All kinds of stupid till he moved to New York City
           Just the type of town to help create
           The type of music that's free
           I'm riding on the back of a giant bird
           Bigger than you, bigger than me
           Bigger than all history


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