U.J.
…you found your God in a paper bag
you get your history from the union jack
and all your brothers and sisters
have gone and they wont come back…
…you found your God in a paper bag
you get your history from the union jack
and all your brothers and sisters
have gone and they wont come back…
All the leaves are brown
And the sky is grey
I’ve been for a walk
On a winters day
If I didn’t tell her
I could leave today
California dreamin’