Letra de (Sometimes) I Have to Concentrate
This is the theme from m*a*s*h*. This is a call. Realisation that your appreciation. Meant nothing at all.This is eternal. This is your life. Vodka and tonics with the stereophonics on a saturday night.This is illegal. At least if you do it right. A new operation for your eloquent spaceships. Rockfield style.But that was revolting. And this is well done. Congratulations you're the king of the kop. And I'm a teacher's son.This is the final time. I teach you to shave. Was never supposed to be a stain on your church. Or a big day.Go gadget armpits. And cover me down. My final suggestion in the form of a question. Are we made of stone?