Grooving on a Inner Plane
Lyrics
Well a million stars is what you are And it seems like that to me Or a million sprats in conical hats Who're oozing in the sea The deep sea fish has one big wish And he gets up on the plate That girl he choose Knows how to ooze You can always tell what she ate She's been grooving on a inner plane Grooving grooving back again Grooving on a inner plane Grooving grooving back again Plato Pluto Monroe Garbo All between the sheets And they make their deals and drive their wheels Down sugar-coated streets Hands in the syrup and the feets in the stirrup And the rest goes in your mouth The short is warm and the long is storm And there ain't nothing in the South But anyway I don't know why I'm so alone I've always been a rolling stone Grooving on a inner plane Grooving grooving back again Grooving on a inner plane Grooving grooving back again Grooving on a inner plane Grooving grooving back again Grooving on a inner plane Grooving grooving back again Ah, sock it to me, Reginald... I don't know what you're going through I hope I'm going through it, too Grooving on a inner plane Grooving grooving back again Grooving on a inner plane Grooving grooving back again Grooving on a inner plane Grooving grooving back again Grooving on a inner plane Grooving grooving back again Grooving on a inner plane Grooving grooving back again Grooving on a inner plane Grooving grooving back again Grooving on a inner plane Grooving grooving back again
Audio Features
Song Details
- Duration
- 04:12
- Key
- 9
- Tempo
- 101 BPM