Текст песни Cherry Poppin` daddies - Impossible Dream
Cherry Poppin` daddies - Impossible Dream слова песни
My waiter is a Brando affecting Nicholson`s smileI feel a sort of compassion but choking down my dinner was a trialThe sixty-five year old poet, he`s still finding his voiceI read his old yellow clipping calling him the poor man`s shithouse JoyceThe impossible dream, yes you will find outHis face was a jackal it seemed to her in the dimShe clutched her precious objects that held no meaning for himShe stuffed her screeching child into a strollerIt`s throwing cheap plastic toys in its wakeTransfixed and horrified he watched it snack on some kind of albino cakeThe impossible dream, yes you will find outStart at the top and live like you`re always willing to fallBut you know it makes no difference to meThis year you`ll reinvent yourself and growComfortably soft you`ll jump over the barbed wireAnd get your giblets torn offSlow motion in a crashin` carHer halo formed in broken glassYellow police tape and a blonde wigI guess you went too fastThe impossible dream, yes you will find out