paroles de chanson Comfortable (Flyin' Scotsman) - Ian Hunter & The Rant Band

Imagination's all in the mind
Why don't you come up and see me sometime
Get wild, get weird, get wonderful
And we can slip into something more comfortable

Imagination's up in the air
You wanna stretch it, it'll go anywhere
I bet those twins ain't identical
Why don't we slip into something more comfortable?

What's that sound, what's that sound?
The Flying Scotsman's back in town
Can you hear that lonesome whistle call?
Why don't we slip into something more comfortable?

Imagination - there ain't any text,
Imagining this, and imagining that
It's the only thing left that's a free for all
Why don't we slip into something more comfortable?

Gather round, gather round, the Flying Scotsman's back in town
Fully operational
Why don't we slip into something more comfortable?

Imagination's a beautiful book
Take a look, why don't you take a look
Extra large, large, medium, small
Why don't we slip into something more comfortable?

Hit the sack, hit the sack
The Flying Scotsman's back on track
All hail rock and roll
Why don't we slip into something more comfortable?