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Traffic Mr Fantasy

Dear Mr. Fantasy play us a tune Something to make us all happy Do anything, take us out of this gloom Sing a song, play guitar, make it snappy You are

Berkshire Poppies (Winwood/Capaldi) So many people with nothing to do Hundreds of buildings that block out my view Watched by a tramp with a hole in

(Winwood/Capaldi/Wood/Mason) [Instrumental]

(Mason) I looked to the sky Where an elephant's eye Was looking at me From a bubblegum tree And all that I knew The hole in my shoe Was letting in water

(Winwood/Capaldi/Wood) Yesterday I was a young boy Searching for my way Not knowing what I wanted Living life from day to day 'Till you came along There

(Mason) My bed is made of candy floss, the house is made of cheese It's lit by lots of glow-worms; if I'm wrong correct me please. The village is a

(Winwood/Capaldi) Well you think you had a good time With the boy that you just met Kicking sand from beach to beach Your clothes all soaking wet But

(Dave Mason) Everything really is stupidly simple And yet all around is utter confusion Fairy tales written may help you to see it Do you understand

the DJ's rock The hands got to clappin, the fingers got to snappin E and I was coolin, with his mans, he was snappin In and out of fantasies on how large