Le R*ck est m*rt

Feeling fine, but it must be the wine Cause it’s April 27th and my baby’s still dying on me. We stole a gondola to sea And ditched the chaperones on jewel-encrusted roans who called us ‘unprofessional.’ Deep down they knew, Oh that we were the Music Lovers! People say – « They just didn’t want it enough. » Here, the people say – « They just didn’t want it enough. » Oh, but we were the Music Lovers! People say – « They just didn’t want it enough. » Hear the people say – « They just didn’t want it enough. » The time of your lives has been had And your wives have been bad! And look, the private sector’s not denied you for the last time. They’re saying – « Those grapes go rotten on the vine. » Oh, but once we were the Music Lovers! People say – « They just didn’t want it enough. » Here, the people say – « They just didn’t want it enough. » Oh, but we were the Music Lovers! People say – « They just didn’t want it enough. » Hear the people say – « They just didn’t want it enough. »