Blow Your Horn.
Back in 2008 in Copenhagen with René Bjørn Christensen (drums) in my small 8 sq.m. studio.
Written by Simon Gylden.
Come and see me baby in all your mighty prettiness A prettiness that won't subside with any count of years Give it to me straight now Is all my dreamin' meaningless Or is your pining heart as it appears Blow your horn Ride around with the roof top down the stereo is blasting sound Our homework's done and done with ease, the sun is warm, the wind's a breeze And sailors settin out to sea are puttin all their faith in me 'Gesundheit' I‘ll say it to you when you sneeze And come with me baby We'll be leaving this old town Yeah, so long suckers, we'll be seeing you around rollin' up and down, but not in this town So come and see me baby in all your naked nakedness A nakedness that won't subside on any account of me Give it to me straight now am I just a pool of drool Or could you believe a purer sincerety And blow my horn And melt into these light blue eyes and tell me if it's paradise Or if this guy's in disguise, you'd rather cut him down to size I guess it would be fair, but hardly nice And really rather mean to do it twice Singin' ooh-lala And come with me baby We'll be leaving this old town Yeah, so long suckers, we'll be seeing you around rollin' up and down, but not in this town