Cacatua

But it's not always okay
We like what's coolest
My dear
But it's not always okay
We like what's coolest
My dear

Collecting dreams on the street
And making song
Oh, I'm late, time for prayer
To Saint Cosmas and each God

But it's not always okay
We like what's coolest
My dear
But everything is fine

Girl, pack your bags
That the hill will descend to the street
And take a towel if you want
We're going to swim in the Sun

And if we get cockatoo
And if we arrive, cockatoo girl
I said if we arrive
We sleep until my mother calls

But it's not always okay
We like what's coolest
My dear
Relax, we don't always like it
What's cooler, you know?

Make yourself at home, just take off your shoes to enter
It's just that my mother doesn't like people wearing shoes
Walking in the living room

But otherwise, feel free to do so
Oh, there's beer in the fridge
Oh, but be careful not to take everything
That I want to take too

Cosmic toll, the price is the reason
Cosmic toll sir, how much is it?
There's only your reason!

I say flying Christ, redeeming disc
Redeemer disk, flying Christ

I don't like, of
Olives on pizza! And not even Jazz
I just like my guitar and samba on my feet

I don't like Virginia Woolf's books
And Jazz!
I just like my little piano and some affection
Hmm, hmm, hmm, hmm, hmm

You just said you don't like Jazz
And he's imitating a fucking saxophone
It's all wrong! How about a triangle?
Dilingdin, dilingdin, diligdin, dilingdin, dilingdin, dilingdin

Oh, another thing I don't like
It's those weird chords at the end of the song
And time comes out, and everything gets messed up
It's a real mess
Ah, life is a big mess I see sometimes