The Bomber: Closet Queen, Bolero, Cast Your Fate to the Wind
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A. Closet Queen (J. Walsh, J. Fox, and D. Peters)
B. Bolero (M. Ravel; arranged by J. Walsh)
C. Cast Your Fate to the Wind (V. Guaraldi)
When I became of age, my mama sat me down
Said, "Son, you're growin' up, it's time you looked around"
So I began to notice some things I hadn't seen before
That's what brought me here, knockin' on your back door
Oh, yeah
The Closet Queen, the bus stop dream, it wants to shake my hand
I don't wanna be there, she decides she can
It's Apple Dan, he's just the man to pick fruit from your branches
I can't sleep, and he can't keep his cattle on my ranches
Oh, yeah, hey, yeah
It's too strong, something's wrong, and I guess I lost the feelin'
I don't mind the games you play, but I don't like your dealin'
God looked bad, the luck's been had, and there's nothin' left to smoke
Will I be back tomorrow for the punchline of the joke?
Oh, woah
B. Bolero (M. Ravel; arranged by J. Walsh)
C. Cast Your Fate to the Wind (V. Guaraldi)
When I became of age, my mama sat me down
Said, "Son, you're growin' up, it's time you looked around"
So I began to notice some things I hadn't seen before
That's what brought me here, knockin' on your back door
Oh, yeah
The Closet Queen, the bus stop dream, it wants to shake my hand
I don't wanna be there, she decides she can
It's Apple Dan, he's just the man to pick fruit from your branches
I can't sleep, and he can't keep his cattle on my ranches
Oh, yeah, hey, yeah
It's too strong, something's wrong, and I guess I lost the feelin'
I don't mind the games you play, but I don't like your dealin'
God looked bad, the luck's been had, and there's nothin' left to smoke
Will I be back tomorrow for the punchline of the joke?
Oh, woah
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