Letras: Counting Crows. Caravan.

And the caravan is on its way
I can hear the merry gypsies play
Mama, Mama, oh will you never run away?
She laughs playing with her radio

La, la, la, la, la, la, la
La, la, la, la, la, la, la

And the caravan has all my friends
And they will stay with me until the end
Gypsies robbing sleep in the road
Tell me everything I need to know

La, la, la, la, la, la, la
La, la, la, la, la, la, la

Turn up your radio let me hear your song
Switch on your electric light
So we can get down to what is really wrong
Because I long just to hold you tight

So, that I can feel you
Sweet lady, oh Mother Night
I shall revere you, turn it up, turn it up
Little bit higher radio, turn it up