Lyrics - Riding On The Back by Dunnery Francis

Molly came home from work and found her cat dead
She suddenly realized she wanted a dog instead
She dashed down to the kennel and bought herself a puppy
And on that first walkies she ran across a yuppie
His name was
Steven, he was very clean shaven and patient
Just the type of guy to help her build the kinda life
That she's been craving
And still to this day, coincidence is all the rage!
I'm riding on the back of a giant bird
Bigger than you, bigger than me
On the west side of your memory
The scent that sings your pot poureé
The flour in your bakery
Johnny and
Rita had a real thing going on
Johnny shows
Rita to his best friend called
Bobbie
Who freaks over
Rita, she finds herself smitten
With
Bobbie's commitment to old fashioned values
So they run off together, it's a match made in heaven
She is a painter and he is a turpentine seller
Just the kind of love to make a lonely man
And lonely woman better
And still to this day coincidence is all the rage!
I'm riding on the back of a giant bird
Bigger than you, bigger than me
It's the fight in your artillery
The painting in your gallery
The food in your delivery
I don't want to break your heart in two
There's just one thing
I'd like you to try
Don't let science take your wings away
You can live tomorrow from today
Frankie got out of school and found himself dead
Instead of a diploma they gave him some white bread
And
Graham was in
Chicago in a middle class home
Destined for marriage and a lock on his bone
And
Johnny was
Italian and it was meant to be
All kinds of stupid till he moved to
New
York
City
Just the type of town to help create
The type of music that's free
I'm riding on the back of a giant bird
Bigger than you, bigger than me
Bigger than all history

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