Black Giraffes - Serengeti

It’s like the peasant to the king of ballet

I wore buttons

With a striped shirt with a rose

On the train snoring

Dreaming of balloon rides

And giant daisies

Giant gate keys to parties with themes

I was dressed as Matt Murdock

I had a whip

We’d skinny dip

On the properties

Listen to them songs from the 80s

When it was money and drug crazy

Cartoons, a hundred blue balloons

Filled the damn room

«Oh baby» was all I heard

The smell of grass could

I’m on the train and that’s my word

It’s the dream

When I’m in Paris

Wearing buttons

And goofy stripes

About the time I lived above a flower shop

And I could open up my window

When it rained and smell the roses

Taking double decker bus trips

With ex-patriot chicks

With perfume spritz

They got kicks

They had glowing friendships

Bags of laughs

We called ourselves the Black Giraffes

Group on tour to make the planet more pure

We stay in unison in the heat of the moment

With our hands in the middle

Like do

walking down

The stars light the whole globe

It’s chilly but it’s not cold

I’m but it’s not so

Fountains, stone benches

Violet coloured lenses

It’s not pretentious

We travel by the billion inches

From the holy land

To fifty crown bets on blackjack hands

We travelled the whole span

Boats in Venice

Steins of Guinness

Totally bliss

It’s DJ Crucial

Dirty Flamingo style

Serengeti

F5 Records

Came to bring the ruckus