Fed up with
your indigestion
You swallow words
one by one
Folks got
high a quarter
to five
Don't you feel
your growing
up undone
Nothing but
the local DJ
You said
he had some songs
to play
What went down
from this
fooling around
Gave hope
and a brand
new day
Imagine
all the girls
Ah ah ah
ah ah ah ah ah
And the boys
Ah ah ah
ah ah ah ah ah
And the strings
Eee eee eee eee
eee eee eee eee
And the drums
The drums
The drums
The drums
The drums
The drums
The drums
The drums
The drums
The drums
The drums
The drums
Oh
Nothing was
the same again
All about
where and when
Blowing our minds
in our life unkind
You gotta
love the BPM
When his work was
all but done
Remembering
how this begun
We wore his love
like a hand
in a glove
Then the preacher
plays it
all night long
Nothing
but the girls
Ah ah ah
ah ah ah ah ah
And the boys
Ah ah ah
ah ah ah ah ah
And the strings
Eee eee eee eee
eee eee eee eee
And the drums
The drums
The drums
The drums
The drums
The drums
The drums
The drums
The drums
The drums
The drums
The drums
The drums
The drums
The drums
The drums
The drums
The drums
The drums
The drums
Imagine
all the girls
Ah ah ah
ah ah ah ah ah
And the boys
Ah ah ah
ah ah ah ah ah
And the strings
Eee eee eee eee
eee eee eee eee
And the drums
Ah ah ah
ah ah ah ah oh
And all the girls
Ah ah ah
ah ah ah ah ah
And the boys
Ah ah ah
ah ah ah ah ah
And the strings
Eee eee eee eee
eee eee eee eee
And the drums
The drums
The drums
The drums