文本歌词

Well blue face blues
Lose the buckles on your boots
I've been trying to reach you all week
The kites carry kittens
Through the donner and blitzen
On a cold christmas day in their beaks
Chained to the rock
By my own two hands
I want to fly by the seat of your pants
Are you ready to go come on
Yeah blue face blue
There's a tree filled with fruit
And I can see no cause to abstain
The northern shovelers
And the torch throated warblers
Plot a course like cortez of spain
I'm a copycat
And I want to head south
Ruffle your feathers as I run my mouth
Are you ready to go come on
Well it's alright
Blue faced blue
Got to get to the root
Of all this whirling wildness and woe
The man in the belfry
Wants a lap in the country
When the red reads twenty below
Chained to the rocks
By my own two hands
I want to fly by the seat of your pants
Are you ready to go come on