Tell me what you like, what you really like
In a psychedelic style
Don′t the sixties seem like a lovely dream
That you're living for awhile
While sliding backwards onto Carnaby Street in your mind
It was nine, nine, nine, yeah number nine
From a whisper to a shout
No this retro thing isn′t happening
So you better cut it out
You would sell your future for a past that you never can find
Down you slide
You start to trip and glide
You're on the other side of anywhere
Don't you know it′s just another show
No matter where you go you′re never there
To tell you what it's like, what it′s really like
It'd only make you cry
And a paisley youth searching for the truth
Can only live a lie
You missed the circus and it′s not coming back in your time
Writer(s): Berton Averre, Douglas Lars Fieger Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
