It's coming, it's coming Saturdays are the stronger The wronger Absenteism, like jaded, that jaded I'm Mick fucking Jagger That simply did no escape me I'm Mick fucking Jagger That simply did no escape me I'm Mick fucking Jagger There's no more yesterday A basket of rhyme Oh oh oh By times, great rhymes Bye byes, great rhymes Oh oh oh Some men are not made for summer We are all looking around We do not know how we get around It's beauty synchronicities But no one's out o oooo o oo o At all I have? Now I I I I I I I I I I I I I I I I I Let it out, let it out It's storm, fascination Faster the ground Oh oh oh By times, great rhymes Bye byes, great rhymes Oh oh oh