Letras
There was a lad, a ranting lad
A gallivanting Galahad
A run-around-about-town lad
Dailied, duffel-coated
Summer sings me songs, he said
Autumn is the cruelest season
Winter has its reasons
Spring might bring love, David
There's a jukebox jungle in my head
Music gets your girls, I read
DJs think I'm sick, he said
Dylan's most devoted
Summer sings me songs, he said
Autumn is the cruelest season
Winter has its reasons
Spring might bring love, David
There's a D.I.Y. world by your choice
Poor folks still pay highest price
Too many hearts colder than ice
Too few even notice
Summer sings me songs, he said
Autumn is the cruelest season
Winter has its reasons
Spring might bring love, David
The emptiness of endlessness
The endlessness of emptiness
They just don't like my face, I guess
Poetry is hopeless
Summer sings me songs, he said
Autumn is the cruelest season
Winter has its reasons
Spring might bring love, David
Well you can't do right for doing wrong
Some folks try too hard too long
Why don't you stick that in your song?
Once I dreamed I'd write songs
Summer sings me songs, he said
Autumn is the cruelest season
Winter has its reasons
Spring might bring love, David
Summer sings me songs, he said
Autumn is the cruelest season
Winter has its reasons
Spring might bring love, David