Fed up with your indigestion

You swallow words one by one

Folks got high at a quarter to five

Don't you feel your growing up undone



Nothing but the local DJ

You said he had some songs to play

What went down from this fooling around

Gave hope and a brand new day

Imagine all the girls

Ah ah, ah, ah, ah, ah, ah, ah

And the boys

Ah ah, ah, ah, ah, ah, ah, ah

And the strings

Eee, eee, eee, eee, eee, eee, eee, eee

And the drums

The drums

The drums

The drums

The drums

The drums

The drums

The drums

The drums

The drums

The drums

The drums

Oh



Nothing was the same again

All about where and when

Blowing our minds in our life unkind

You gotta love the BPM

When his work was all but done

Remembering how this begun

We wore his love like a hand in a glove

Then the preacher plays it all night long

Nothing but the girls

Ah ah, ah, ah, ah, ah, ah, ah

And the boys

Ah ah, ah, ah, ah, ah, ah, ah

And the strings

Eee, eee, eee, eee, eee, eee, eee, eee

And the drums

The drums

The drums

The drums

The drums

The drums

The drums

The drums

The drums

The drums

The drums

The drums

The drums

The drums

The drums

The drums

The drums

The drums

The drums

The drums



Imagine all the girls

Ah, ah, ah, ah, ah, ah, ah, ah

And the boys

Ah ah, ah, ah, ah, ah, ah, ah

And the strings

Eee, eee, eee, eee, eee, eee, eee, eee

And the drums

Ah ah ah ah, ah, ah, ah, oh

And all the girls

Ah ah, ah, ah, ah, ah, ah, ah

And the boys

Ah ah, ah, ah, ah, ah, ah, ah

And the strings

Eee, eee, eee, eee, eee, eee, eee, eee

And the drums

The drums

The drums

The drums