Line for Lyons Songtext
von John Proulx

Listen to them play our song
How they shock my poor brain with that electric refrain
I hear a buzz and just like a dozen doorbells

Every time I hear our song
I get weak in the knees, my heart bumps up a breeze
Sending a stream to every extremity

Parts of my anatomy are not controlled by me
The music′s magic spell leaves me a mess of quivering jelly


Even on a violin
How those sweet, dulcet tones pull marrow out of my bones
I must confess, it leaves me a mess, our song

Parts of my anatomy are not controlled by me
The music's magic spell leaves me a mess of quivering jelly

Even on a violin
How those sweet, dulcet tones pull marrow out of my bones
I must confess, it leaves me a mess, our song does

I love to hear our song ′cause it grooves me so
Our song
Our song!