3rd of June Lyrics

Song	3rd of June
Artist	Yello
Album	Flag
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	作曲 : Dieter Meier & Boris Blank
	作词 : Blank, Meier
	This is the 3rd of
	June, 1988
	A highly unimportant day
	Some airplane gliding into one of the bigger clouds over
	Manhattan
	In a downtown far away,
	Mr. Toomy, our face in a crowd
	The city was slow and tired
	The Wall Street boys wearing their ties around their neck like boxer's towels after a fight
	Mr. Toomy stopped his pinstripe suit outside a barber shop
	Looked at his face, took off his jacket and stepped on it
	Who's that, what's that, what do you mean
	I'll never know where
	I lost my dream
	Who's that, what's that, gimme your name 3rd of
	June, end of game
	No looking to the right
	No looking to the left
	Lenny is a target and always on track
	Lenny is a target and nobody shoots
	Lenny is a target lost the route
	Ruins of a child's old fantasy
	Ruins of a child was [?]
	Lenny is a target and nobody shoots
	Lenny is a target lost the route
	Who's that, what's that, what do you mean
	I'll never know when
	I lost my dream
	Who's that, what's that, gimme your name 3rd of
	June, end of game
	Mr. Toomy stopped his pinstripe suit outside a barber shop
	Looked at his face
	Took off his jacket
	Put it on the pavement
	Stepped on it
	And started preaching like a monk from another world
	After some minutes, he had a little crowd
	Which dissappeared when a police car passed by slowly
	Like rolling gloom
	And Mr. Toomy throws his voice 'til he was the only one in the area
	At this early night of
	June 3rd, 1988
	Who's that, what's that, what do you mean
	I'll never know when
	I lost my dream
	Who's that, what's that, gimme your name 3rd of
	June, end of game

	zuo qu : Dieter Meier Boris Blank
	zuo ci : Blank, Meier
	This is the 3rd of
	June, 1988
	A highly unimportant day
	Some airplane gliding into one of the bigger clouds over
	Manhattan
	In a downtown far away,
	Mr. Toomy, our face in a crowd
	The city was slow and tired
	The Wall Street boys wearing their ties around their neck like boxer' s towels after a fight
	Mr. Toomy stopped his pinstripe suit outside a barber shop
	Looked at his face, took off his jacket and stepped on it
	Who' s that, what' s that, what do you mean
	I' ll never know where
	I lost my dream
	Who' s that, what' s that, gimme your name 3rd of
	June, end of game
	No looking to the right
	No looking to the left
	Lenny is a target and always on track
	Lenny is a target and nobody shoots
	Lenny is a target lost the route
	Ruins of a child' s old fantasy
	Ruins of a child was ?
	Lenny is a target and nobody shoots
	Lenny is a target lost the route
	Who' s that, what' s that, what do you mean
	I' ll never know when
	I lost my dream
	Who' s that, what' s that, gimme your name 3rd of
	June, end of game
	Mr. Toomy stopped his pinstripe suit outside a barber shop
	Looked at his face
	Took off his jacket
	Put it on the pavement
	Stepped on it
	And started preaching like a monk from another world
	After some minutes, he had a little crowd
	Which dissappeared when a police car passed by slowly
	Like rolling gloom
	And Mr. Toomy throws his voice ' til he was the only one in the area
	At this early night of
	June 3rd, 1988
	Who' s that, what' s that, what do you mean
	I' ll never know when
	I lost my dream
	Who' s that, what' s that, gimme your name 3rd of
	June, end of game

	zuò qǔ : Dieter Meier Boris Blank
	zuò cí : Blank, Meier
	This is the 3rd of
	June, 1988
	A highly unimportant day
	Some airplane gliding into one of the bigger clouds over
	Manhattan
	In a downtown far away,
	Mr. Toomy, our face in a crowd
	The city was slow and tired
	The Wall Street boys wearing their ties around their neck like boxer' s towels after a fight
	Mr. Toomy stopped his pinstripe suit outside a barber shop
	Looked at his face, took off his jacket and stepped on it
	Who' s that, what' s that, what do you mean
	I' ll never know where
	I lost my dream
	Who' s that, what' s that, gimme your name 3rd of
	June, end of game
	No looking to the right
	No looking to the left
	Lenny is a target and always on track
	Lenny is a target and nobody shoots
	Lenny is a target lost the route
	Ruins of a child' s old fantasy
	Ruins of a child was ?
	Lenny is a target and nobody shoots
	Lenny is a target lost the route
	Who' s that, what' s that, what do you mean
	I' ll never know when
	I lost my dream
	Who' s that, what' s that, gimme your name 3rd of
	June, end of game
	Mr. Toomy stopped his pinstripe suit outside a barber shop
	Looked at his face
	Took off his jacket
	Put it on the pavement
	Stepped on it
	And started preaching like a monk from another world
	After some minutes, he had a little crowd
	Which dissappeared when a police car passed by slowly
	Like rolling gloom
	And Mr. Toomy throws his voice ' til he was the only one in the area
	At this early night of
	June 3rd, 1988
	Who' s that, what' s that, what do you mean
	I' ll never know when
	I lost my dream
	Who' s that, what' s that, gimme your name 3rd of
	June, end of game

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