Men Without Hats - The End Lyrics
Matadors, monkeys, a million balloonsAs we walk through the sea to the sandKnowing full well that we're perfectly tunedAs we skip through our hearts hand in handWill Jenny be olderWill music be heardWill we all meet againAt the end of the worldNo sense in fooling, we're covered in dreamsHaving too much fun flying to landFloating waist high in ten colours of greenWe're so small but we feel oh so grandWill Jenny be olderWill music be heardWill we all meet againAt the end of the worldEnd of the worldWill Jenny be olderWill music be heardWill we all meet againAt the end of the worldThe end of the worldOn tuesdayThe end of the worldPop goes the worldThe end of the worldIn the name of angelsPop goes the worldOn TuesdayThe end of the worldThe real world