Hey, where did we go Days when the rains came ? Down in the hollow Playing a new game, Laughing and a-running, hey, hey, Skipping and a-jumping In the misty morning fog with Our, our hearts a-thumping And you, my brown-eyed girl,
You, my brown-eyed girl. Whatever happened To tuesday and so slow Going down to the old mine with a Transistor radio. Standing in the sunlight laughing Hide behind a rainbows wall, Slipping and a-sliding All along the waterfall With you, my brown-eyed girl, You, my brown-eyed girl.
Do you remember when we used to sing Sha la la la la la la la la la la dee dah Just like that Sha la la la la la la la la la la dee dah La dee dah.
So hard to find my way Now that Im all on my own. I saw you just the other day, My, how you have grown! Cast my memory back there, lord, Sometime Im overcome thinking about Making love in the green grass Behind the stadium With you, my brown-eyed girl, You, my brown-eyed girl.
Do you remember when we used to sing Sha la la la la la la la la la la dee dah Laying in the green grass Sha la la la la la la la la la la dee dah Dee dah dee dah dee dah dee dah dee dah dee Sha la la la la la la la la la la la la Dee dah la dee dah la dee dah la D-d-d-d-d-d-d-d-d-d...
Look at the world in disbelief
You used to follow - now you lead
College has enlightened you
And you are proud to be different
And like different bands - different types
You ain't nobody's fool
It's like certain bands remind you of someone you hated
'Cause they didn't wear the right clothing
And there's only one true fashion
And alot of the bands on the college charts are great bands
Until they get signed. Then you hate them
It's such bullshit - you used to love them you hypocrite
Know it all, know it all - did you really listen to that song?
Could you ever write what you call wrong?
I remember you and I listening to bands that we liked
Only the songs mattered to you
But now you're a D.J. and preaching that hype
"Corporate Rock Sucks"
"You know, college radio enlightens you"
It's supposed to serve as a means to expose new bands
Without prejudice, but it makes no sense
Safe harbor for the underground
'Til the alternative becomes the popular sound
The bands are good 'til they make enough cash
To eat food and get a pad
Then they're sold out and their music is cliché
Because talent's exclusive to bands without pay
Know it all, know it all - Did you really listen to that song?
Could you ever write what you call wrong?
Know it all