Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Genie On A Table Top, artist - Al Stewart. Album song Famous Last Words, in the genre Поп
Date of issue: 20.09.1993
Record label: Rhino Entertainment Company
Song language: English
Genie On A Table Top |
I went floating down the street one day |
With a song playing in my mind |
Hopping and bopping like a ricochet |
Bad news was hard to find |
There was a hint of syncopation |
Coming from the sidewalk and the street |
There was a glint of scintillation |
Hanging over everyone you’d meet |
And it makes me feel okay |
Like a big yellow tractor going mowing through a field of hay |
Like a genie on a table top surfing through the month of May |
I saw a world in the window of a knick-knack shop |
And I tossed it in the air |
A girl went by with a forget-me-not |
And she wore it in her hair |
There was a peak of pixillation |
And I never noticed it before |
There was a jump of jubilation |
And it seemed to promise more and more |
And it makes me feel okay |
Like a big yellow tractor going mowing through a field of hay |
Like a genie on a table top surfing through the month of May |
Oh she loves me and she loves me |
Better than I’ve ever loved myself |
She knows me and she loves me |
Better, now I want nobody else |
Oh she loves me and she loves me |
Better than I’ve ever loved myself |
She knows me and she loves me |
Better, now I want nobody else |
Percolating through the noonday sun |
With wings upon my shoes |
I was jumping about in front of everyone |
No dignity to lose |
There was a rush of animation |
Bubbling about inside my soul |
There was a rin-tin-tabulation coming |
It was so hard to control |
And it makes me feel okay |
Like a pig with a bucket full of truffles in a French cafe |
Like Louis Armstrong playing trumpet on the judgment day |
Like a flying boat captain with an amethyst lake below |
Like a winner of a marathon rolling in a field of snow |
Like a figure skating gigolo looking for a heart to steal |
Like a simulated orgasm suddenly becoming real |
Like a big yellow tractor going bowling through a field of hay |
Like a genie on a table top surfing through the month of May |