Honkers This Is An Old World
ou and I
Know some people will never change
Always with the same prejudices and hates
Your mother and
Your father are and always will be the same
I walk along and see
I walk along and see
The same old people in the garden
And the same lonely people living alone on the streets
We’re living
In an old old world
We’re living
In an old old game
Where we live nothing will change
Maybe some things
Some little things