Hay When The Sun Shines – A House – letras

When I grow up I want to be an airline pilotWhen I get old I want to be an airplane pilotYes, you can share that dreamIf you can make it seemLike ice in the springtime, a merry-go-round going round the wrong wayHay when the sun shinesHay when the sun shinesHay when the sun shinesHay when the sun, sun shinesNow it’s all politicsYes, it’s all lunaticsNice people, nice suits and tiesFilling us with wonderful liesListen son, I know you know what’s goodSo vote for me as all good boys wouldCan’t you see I promise you the worldAnd now you only get to see it(chorus)Why should I want to leave hereGive me just one good reasonI can almost count on fingersAll the young people left hereI’m off to find fame and fortuneAnd a handful of self-respect tooSo I follow in the footstepsTo the pace of prodigal son(chorus)