Song information  On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Airegin , by - Manhattan Transfer. Song from the album Vocalese, in the genre Release date: 31.12.1984
Record label: Concord, Craft
Song language: English
 Song information  On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Airegin , by - Manhattan Transfer. Song from the album Vocalese, in the genre Airegin | 
| Wait’ll y’dig it on the map — airegin | 
| Spelled backwards | 
| Really’re closin' up the gap — airegin | 
| Gone fac’wards | 
| Back long time ago they saw a ghost | 
| Ghost made a boast | 
| Soon that ghost was host | 
| Repeat first 8 bars | 
| Those losing their hue | 
| They goofed 'n got the wrong view | 
| First, things reverse, last is first! | 
| Y' dig it! | 
| Whatta' y' think o’that’n get a load a' | 
| What i tell y' | 
| What this place is no one knows it | 
| There’s no traces of the kind o’place it was | 
| Before it got discovered by the kind o' | 
| Cat that knows the earth belongs t’him | 
| Back when the world was young | 
| An' man was a living god | 
| An' he walked this earthly sod | 
| This was sod that god would trod on | 
| Till one day a stranger landed | 
| With a line o’jive | 
| Laid it on the natives till he had 'em thinkin' | 
| Maybe that they should really take five | 
| An' he quickly stole the natives' soul | 
| So he could control it | 
| An' he took care of that missionary biz | 
| Till the lan' was his | 
| Never heard a story draggy as that | 
| Tell th' truth i ain’t never heard another | 
| That exasperated more | 
| What an exasperating narrative t’play | 
| Upon the sensitive and kindly soul that i am | 
| 'way back when i was crawlin' in m’crib | 
| I was doin' all kinds o’thinkin' | 
| Aw’ready i had figured out the 'cut of m’jib' | 
| The kind o’soul that never liked t’tell 'r live a fib | 
| A body who was steadily reachin' up | 
| A min' always thinkin' on high-minded things | 
| Whee! | 
| i was always one t’be free | 
| Ain’t never had a keeper why don’t people | 
| Learn t’git along t’gether stead o' | 
| Meddlin' aroun' 'n fussin' with the fella nearest to 'em | 
| Me, i’m the old fashioned kind | 
| I was never good at follow-the-leader | 
| Real real real real real real real | 
| That’s me, as real as a yankee can be | 
| That’s me | 
| Millions o' years ago | 
| There was a paleolithic age on earth | 
| An' the whole world was young | 
| And full o’the vim of constant rebirth | 
| Brontosauruses 'n dinosaurs 'n pterodactyls | 
| Ever’where abounding that was the case | 
| 'n plus the millions o' mammoths here 'n there | 
| An' in addition there were lots o’men everywhere | 
| Who had no hi-tech and no intellect 'nary a speck | 
| But in that spot | 
| Where it was so lush, where it was so hot | 
| Where many animal was roamin' | 
| An' nature was kind, life was thrivin' | 
| There livin' was actual an' the feelin' was natural | 
| I’m tellin' the truth | 
| What-a-benign livin' some livin' | 
| All’s forgiven come on home | 
| Blew a truly unruly storm | 
| That wrecked a boat in a climate warm | 
| 'n full o’ashy-colored cats all lookin' | 
| White like ghosts | 
| 'n when the natives checked 'em out | 
| It blew 'em away t’find that they resembled spirits | 
| Long ago there was a legend | 
| 'bout a spirit who would someday come | 
| A look at these cats | 
| 'n y' could see they prob’ly had some | 
| So they welcomed 'em with peace and love | 
| And everything there’s plenty of | 
| 'n soon the tables had turned to rigormortis | 
| That’s when the castaway had his say | 
| Like a dog had his day they told the | 
| People that they were spirits actual | 
| Y’see how perfectly a fable c’n be | 
| Incorporated into what a cat’ll think is factual | 
| What was an accident turns int' something | 
| So unbelievably heaven-sent | 
| Everybody falls for it | 
| Right on down t' the militants | 
| 'n marchin' 'n the martyrs 'n the murder of lumumba | 
| Wait’ll y’dig it on the map — airegin | 
| Spelled backwards | 
| Really’re closin' up the gap — airegin | 
| Gone fac’wards | 
| Back long time ago they saw a ghost | 
| Ghost made a boast | 
| Soon that ghost was host | 
| Wait’ll y’dig it on the map — airegin | 
| Spelled backwards | 
| Really’re closin' up the gap — airegin | 
| Gone fac’wards | 
| Those losing their hue | 
| They goofed 'n got the wrong view | 
| First, things reverse, last is first! | 
| Y' dig it! | 
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