Spymob. Fly Fly Fishing Poles. Zeneszám
The beltway around Des Moines
Completed in record time
Dedicated anniversary
Of four lanes crossing our state line
Hot sun all day
Brightens local water holes
I've got three days off from my regular job
Just let my mind go wandering
Fly, fly, fly, fly, fishing poles
Paddle boats pull up close
To the band shell on the shoreline
Test the water with your toes
Beltway surrounds Des Moines
It got me here in record time
No more use for the side streets now
It's just a twenty minute ride
Hot sun all day
Glassy surface, water bowl
No luck, not even bites today
Instead my mind goes wandering
Fly, fly, fly, fly, fishing poles
Paddle boats pull up close
To the band shell on the shoreline
Test the water with your toes
To the band shell on the shoreline
The beltway loops around Des Moines
Forms a perfect oval shape
Forty six miles from start to end
Pilots often point it out from planes
There goes one now
Trails across a cloudless sky
Oh, look straight down
At the silver, gleaming metro egg
Fly, fly, fly, fly, fishing poles
Paddle boats pull up close
To the band shell on the shoreline
Test the water with your toes
To the band shell on the shoreline
To the band shell on the shoreline
To the band shell on the shoreline
...
Completed in record time
Dedicated anniversary
Of four lanes crossing our state line
Hot sun all day
Brightens local water holes
I've got three days off from my regular job
Just let my mind go wandering
Fly, fly, fly, fly, fishing poles
Paddle boats pull up close
To the band shell on the shoreline
Test the water with your toes
Beltway surrounds Des Moines
It got me here in record time
No more use for the side streets now
It's just a twenty minute ride
Hot sun all day
Glassy surface, water bowl
No luck, not even bites today
Instead my mind goes wandering
Fly, fly, fly, fly, fishing poles
Paddle boats pull up close
To the band shell on the shoreline
Test the water with your toes
To the band shell on the shoreline
The beltway loops around Des Moines
Forms a perfect oval shape
Forty six miles from start to end
Pilots often point it out from planes
There goes one now
Trails across a cloudless sky
Oh, look straight down
At the silver, gleaming metro egg
Fly, fly, fly, fly, fishing poles
Paddle boats pull up close
To the band shell on the shoreline
Test the water with your toes
To the band shell on the shoreline
To the band shell on the shoreline
To the band shell on the shoreline
...
Spymob
Kedvencek