They say there's a place down in mexico
Where a man can fly over mountains and hills
And he don't need an airplane or some kind of engine
And he never will
Now you know it's a meaningless question
To ask if those stories are right
'cause what matters most if the feeling
You get when you're hypnotized
Seems like a dream
(they) got me hypnotized
They say there's a place down in mexico
Where a man can fly over mountains and hills
And he don't need an airplane or some kind of engine
And he never will
Now you know it's a meaningless question
To ask if those stories are right
'cause what matters most if the feeling
You get when you're hypnotized
Seems like a dream
(they) got me hypnotized
shantytown national anthem dude.
we've been singin' that song since
i don't know when.
speaking of Fleetwood, i probably shouldn't be
writing this but oh what the hell why not?
We're going to Hawaii for Thanksgiving,
our brother-in-law's daughter works at
Fleetwoods there in Lahaina. She is going
to put on the Thanksgiving dinner and Mick
(jokingly) invited himself. I doubt he will
show up but if he does it should make for
a very interesting time. Odds of it happening?
A fucking long long shot, but hey we can dream.
What matters most? That someone bakes an apple pie,
what else? OK, a cherry pie will work too.
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