Riding on the Equator Lyrics

	作词 : Hayward
	The way you threw yourself at the waiter
	Could tell by the look on his face
	He thought you were mad
	You went off riding on the equator
	I tell you that waiter sure was glad
	You sold your story to the newspaper
	And went round the world in a caravan
	You made lots of people very unhappy
	And turned yourself into a wanted man
	Then you said that the world was something to behold
	Not to be bought or to be sold
	It was something that you could hold
	You've got something special it's a secret
	You're in transit a nomad
	You left that girl in Panama City
	I said it was the best woman you ever had
	You called me up from where you were living
	Said you had some more stories you wanted to tell
	About how you always spent your life
	In some kind of prison
	I said those true stories are the hardest to sell

	zuo ci : Hayward
	The way you threw yourself at the waiter
	Could tell by the look on his face
	He thought you were mad
	You went off riding on the equator
	I tell you that waiter sure was glad
	You sold your story to the newspaper
	And went round the world in a caravan
	You made lots of people very unhappy
	And turned yourself into a wanted man
	Then you said that the world was something to behold
	Not to be bought or to be sold
	It was something that you could hold
	You' ve got something special it' s a secret
	You' re in transit a nomad
	You left that girl in Panama City
	I said it was the best woman you ever had
	You called me up from where you were living
	Said you had some more stories you wanted to tell
	About how you always spent your life
	In some kind of prison
	I said those true stories are the hardest to sell

	zuò cí : Hayward
	The way you threw yourself at the waiter
	Could tell by the look on his face
	He thought you were mad
	You went off riding on the equator
	I tell you that waiter sure was glad
	You sold your story to the newspaper
	And went round the world in a caravan
	You made lots of people very unhappy
	And turned yourself into a wanted man
	Then you said that the world was something to behold
	Not to be bought or to be sold
	It was something that you could hold
	You' ve got something special it' s a secret
	You' re in transit a nomad
	You left that girl in Panama City
	I said it was the best woman you ever had
	You called me up from where you were living
	Said you had some more stories you wanted to tell
	About how you always spent your life
	In some kind of prison
	I said those true stories are the hardest to sell

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