Richard Clapton
Syncopation Train
On the syncopation trainListen to the wheelsSyncopating, syncopatingYou've got wings upon your heelsThere's sparks beneath the wheelsLike an icepick thrust intoForty thousand volts of powerAnd the syncopation trainIs running through my lifeLike the lines running through my headAnd I syncopate in rhymeOn the syncopation trainListen to the wheelsSyncopating, syncopatingYou've got wings upon your heelsI went to see the doctorI tried to describe my painBut he sat and tapped his foot in timeTo the syncopation trainI said, "Hey Doc., what's happening?"He said, "Son, let me ask you"Then he looked at me with a cryptic grinAnd said, "Where'd you get those dancing shoes?"On the syncopation trainListen to the wheelsSyncopating, syncopatingYou've got wings upon your heels
From Letras Mania