Strange Things
John Holt
Strange things happen on a friday night.
Girls meet boys, and lots of hugging and kissing.
Under the golden moon, that shines a silver light.
Ooooooooh. I'd like to be one of them.
But time like a wondering sheep, a wondering sheep
On this island
With no one to love me,
With no one to kiss me
Thats why I saaaaaay.
Some one please take my hand
And let us go.
I keep on thinking, I wish it was me.
Strange things happen on a friday night.
Girls, beach boys, and lots of hugging and kissing.
Under the golden moon, that shines a silver light.
Ooooooooh. I'd like to be one of them.
But time like a wondering sheep, a wondering sheep
On this island
With no one to love me,
With no one to kiss me
Thats why I saaaaaay.
Some one please take my hand
And let us go.
I keep on thinking, I wish it was me
