Letras:
The Velvet Underground

Say a word for Jimmy Brown He ain't got nothin' at all Not the shirt right off his back He ain't got nothin' at all And say a word for Ginger Brown Walks

I'm sticking with you 'Cause I'm made out of glue Anything that you might do I'm gonna do too You held up a stage coach in the rain And I'm doing the

Wrap your troubles in dreams Send them all away Put them in a bottle And across the seas they'll stay Speak not of misfortune

I'm waiting for my man Got twenty-six dollars in my hand Up to Lexington, 125 Feel sick and dirty, more dead than alive I'm waiting for my man Hey, white

And what costume shall the poor girl wear? To all tomorrow's parties A hand-me-down dress from, who knows, where To all tomorrow's parties And where

Countess from Hong Kong she moves so lightly Like the summer rain Every time I see and think about her It ends up the same Walkin' the streets out in

If you think that it's all good You know what you'll have to do You're walkin' down 5th Avenue You're seein' things that aren't true Without you I ain

Oh, there's one thing, baby I just don't understand Two old women fighting for Another man You know it's just too much Ooohhh, you know it's just too

Things aren't what they seem I'm always drifting into dream It's just a silly scene Everything I do ends up in dream But it's not what you say and you