Aquabats, The. The Grey Man. Zeneszám

Oh, it's not what you think,

By the way The Greay Man winks.

All you have to dance a jig,

When you'd rather flip your wig.

Whether Summer or it's fall,

Or you're sealed up in a wall.

Let the mystery unfold,

Of the seven books of gold...



The seven books of gold,

It's written right there

In the seven books of gold.

Sealed up in the mountain.



Are you ready?



Please bring all your photographs,

We'll cut the cake and have a laugh.

But just outside the garden gate,

I know The Grey Man stands and waits

For all my friends to leave again,

So our royal party ends.

He's always been right here with me,

But is he real or make-believe?



Is he make-believe?

Is he make-believe?

We won't know.



Oh, it's not what you think,

By the way The Grey Man winks.

See him standing by the wall,

When he's really ten feet tall.

I saw him in the woods,

He is not bad, but is no good.

He won't go into the light,

But in the dark, he's outta sight!



Outta sight! Outta sight brother!

He's outta sight!

The eye of tola, of rock and roller.

Let's hit it.



We'll go out and we'll be great,

To sit and chat on the tailgate.

Barbeque the weiner dogs,

Camper shell, potato logs.

Head inside the game and then,

Root, root, root and home again.

The Grey Man will be waiting there,

Matching us with his blank stare.



Hey number ones,

I said hey man, you're number one.

Hey man, you're number one.

Uh, uh, uh.



Hey man, you're number one,

I said hey man, you're number one.

I said hey man, you're number one.

Put it in the bucket.