Aphrodite's Child - Mister Thomas Lyrics
[spoken]A friend who's got daisies in his pocketMr. Thomas owns a red bikeAnd his heart flies like a kiteHe gives a coin to the children,Who play war with wooden gunsMr. Thomas remains at homeWhen other people go to churchIn his dust booked the phoneRound his things she'd always mergeMr. Thomas gives in his papersBut to me good newsWhen the hills do glitter the riverWhere all jinns can chooseMy grand uncle when he sees him says:"He's crazy"... and starts to grinMy lil' lady Prue Mc Kinball... says:"His head is made of straw"Mr. Thomas gives in his papersBut to me good newsWhen the hills do glitter the riverWhere all jinns can chooseI know there's one arms corps keeperIs quite eager, do you know why?All the blue birds from the riverOn his top hat gobble and flyMr. Thomas gives in his papersBut to me good newsWhen the hills do glitter the riverWhere all jinns can chooseI like to be the bounty clownWho seems so glad in his watchI would be always aroundHim so I could walk his pathMr. Thomas gives is his papersBut to me good newsWhen the hills do glitter the riverWhere all jinns can choose
