Prelude
Soft mutation
from a dull situation
I want to feel
Like rubber and steel
I want to laugh
At the boys in black
Don't forget, don't forget, don't forget
How to deal
PRELUDE TO A QUAALUDE!
The music can feel.
My head's on tight
This dark midnight
The streets all shine
The boys look fine
Cars of chaos
Roar like applause.
Don't forget, don't forget, don't forget
Your name.
PRELUDE TO A QUAALUDE!
Softens the brain.
(Chorus:)
It's pill time
To kill time
To make time fly.
It's the right time
To sing, time
A lullaby.
Crowd on the wall
Give me the stall
A man in a hat
Say baby come back
A gun in his pocket
I sure like to see
A gun in his pocket
I sure like to see.
Don't forget, don't forget, don't forget
To say please.
PRELUDE TO A QUAALUDE!
Down on my knees.
Salty but sweet
The night indiscreet
Sweeps us away
In a great tidal wave
Of passion and ploy
Drowning in joy.
Don't forget, don't forget, don't forget
Your spice.
PRELUDE TO A QUAALUDE!
Feels so nice.
Stumblin' home
With a friend of my own
Wearing a grin
That smells like gin
Feeling like Caesar
Come home from the wars.
Don't forget, don't forget, don't forget
The light.
PRELUDE TO A QUAALUDE!
Plays through the night.
(Chorus)
Copyright 1980, Karl Brown and Matthew McQueen