Songtexte
I
get
so
high
on
my
electric
chair
With
my
head
hanging
The
ceiling
that
bathes
me
so
far
All
my
life,
wandering
If
I
need
your
love
for
me
now
Or
if
I'll
ever
need
it
Just
stand
up
and
quit
posing
A
cool
panther,
a
real
romancer
The
old
dog's
at
it
again
A
fool
in
need
of
a
friend
Yeah,
I
go
down
to
old
London
town
With
my
head
beating
The
feeling
that
bathes
me
so
far
All
my
life,
oh
The
feeling
that
bathes
me
so
far
All
my
life,
wandering
If
I
need
your
love
for
me
now
Or
if
I'll
ever
need
it
Just
stand
up
and
quit
posing
A
cool
panther,
a
real
romancer
The
old
dog's
at
it
again
A
fool
in
need
of
a
friend
The
feeling
that
bathes
me
so
far
Yeah,
the
feeling
that
bathes
me
so
far
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