Song | 100 Years |
Artist | Blues Traveler |
Album | Blues Traveler |
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Lyrics:John Popper Music:John Popper | |
The sun is warm as the day is long | |
I just got the feeling I can do no wrong | |
I've got a long way to walk | |
Can't afford my next meal | |
I tell a few lies but my hunger is real | |
And it won't mean a thing in a hundred years | |
No, it won't mean a thing in a hundred years | |
Mademoiselle tell me do you play | |
Well, if she shakes her head, well then that's okay | |
I watch her walk away in haste | |
There's just no accounting for some people's taste, | |
And it won't mean a thing in a hundred years | |
No, it won't mean a thing in a hundred years | |
Big angry man in the doorway there | |
Just keep on walking like I don't care | |
Why you giving such an evil eye | |
Could it be you were ignored by every passerby | |
And it won't mean a thing in a hundred years | |
No, it won't mean a thing in a hundred years | |
Play in the park for tobacco and food | |
Then I excuse myself but they think I'm rude | |
Tourist don't want me to end his show | |
But this colorful attraction got places to go | |
And it won't mean a thing in a hundred years | |
No, it won't mean a thing in a hundred years | |
Sit at the pier watch the sun go down | |
Another lost little boy in a big old town | |
I want to laugh I want to cry | |
But no matter how hard I may try | |
It won't mean a thing in a hundred years | |
No, it won't mean a thing in a hundred years | |
It won't mean a thing in a hundred years | |
No, it won't mean a thing in a hundred years |
Lyrics: John Popper Music: John Popper | |
The sun is warm as the day is long | |
I just got the feeling I can do no wrong | |
I' ve got a long way to walk | |
Can' t afford my next meal | |
I tell a few lies but my hunger is real | |
And it won' t mean a thing in a hundred years | |
No, it won' t mean a thing in a hundred years | |
Mademoiselle tell me do you play | |
Well, if she shakes her head, well then that' s okay | |
I watch her walk away in haste | |
There' s just no accounting for some people' s taste, | |
And it won' t mean a thing in a hundred years | |
No, it won' t mean a thing in a hundred years | |
Big angry man in the doorway there | |
Just keep on walking like I don' t care | |
Why you giving such an evil eye | |
Could it be you were ignored by every passerby | |
And it won' t mean a thing in a hundred years | |
No, it won' t mean a thing in a hundred years | |
Play in the park for tobacco and food | |
Then I excuse myself but they think I' m rude | |
Tourist don' t want me to end his show | |
But this colorful attraction got places to go | |
And it won' t mean a thing in a hundred years | |
No, it won' t mean a thing in a hundred years | |
Sit at the pier watch the sun go down | |
Another lost little boy in a big old town | |
I want to laugh I want to cry | |
But no matter how hard I may try | |
It won' t mean a thing in a hundred years | |
No, it won' t mean a thing in a hundred years | |
It won' t mean a thing in a hundred years | |
No, it won' t mean a thing in a hundred years |
Lyrics: John Popper Music: John Popper | |
The sun is warm as the day is long | |
I just got the feeling I can do no wrong | |
I' ve got a long way to walk | |
Can' t afford my next meal | |
I tell a few lies but my hunger is real | |
And it won' t mean a thing in a hundred years | |
No, it won' t mean a thing in a hundred years | |
Mademoiselle tell me do you play | |
Well, if she shakes her head, well then that' s okay | |
I watch her walk away in haste | |
There' s just no accounting for some people' s taste, | |
And it won' t mean a thing in a hundred years | |
No, it won' t mean a thing in a hundred years | |
Big angry man in the doorway there | |
Just keep on walking like I don' t care | |
Why you giving such an evil eye | |
Could it be you were ignored by every passerby | |
And it won' t mean a thing in a hundred years | |
No, it won' t mean a thing in a hundred years | |
Play in the park for tobacco and food | |
Then I excuse myself but they think I' m rude | |
Tourist don' t want me to end his show | |
But this colorful attraction got places to go | |
And it won' t mean a thing in a hundred years | |
No, it won' t mean a thing in a hundred years | |
Sit at the pier watch the sun go down | |
Another lost little boy in a big old town | |
I want to laugh I want to cry | |
But no matter how hard I may try | |
It won' t mean a thing in a hundred years | |
No, it won' t mean a thing in a hundred years | |
It won' t mean a thing in a hundred years | |
No, it won' t mean a thing in a hundred years |