- cifra
Life is my friend
Rake it up to take it in
Wrap me in your cinnamon
Especially in Michigan
Well I could be your friend
White clouds I'm in
A mitten full of fisherman
C'mon Huckleberry Finn
Show me how to make her grin
Well I’m in Michigan
Cry me a future
Where the revelations run amok
Ladies and gentlemen
Lions and tigers come running
Just to steal your luck
A rainy Lithuanian
Who's dancing as an Indian
Painted in my tiger skin
(Especially in Michigan)
Double chins and bowling pins
Unholy Presbyterians
Land is full of medicine
I find it when I’m slipping in
Into Michigan
The tainted new librarian
Who fainted when she tucked you in
Let's float away like zeppelins
(On stoic gusts of Northern wind)
Out on the farm we'll be
Swimming with the mother duck
Deep in the mitten where
Lions and tigers come running
Just to steal your luck
Life is my friend
Underwater violins
Order now from Ho Chi Min
A porcelain that comes in twins
When I'm in Michigan
Throw me in the looney bin
‘Cause I can take it on the chin
The cleavage of your pillow skin
(Is moving like a violin)
