Syntelman's March Of The Roaring Seventies Letra

And suddenly come from everywhere

Snakes and rats and big fat cats

Hunting themselves in the mirror



Now you got the ammunition

The ambition you've got too

So they tell you the direction

Save your face in time

And hide the clue



At the station I saw witches

Buying tickets with a smile

Offering to me a fool's cap

But the spell they could not say



What they've got was an apparent flash from the master

And know how to run, not to die, a-ha!

And know what to do, what to do, to get high, to get high!

Why don't they stay till the X-ray day

And fly with an unbelievable acceleration?