Mr. Moonshine Songtext
von Trúbrot

Like a parrot on a window sill.
Repeating all the peoples′ will.
Nothing new, nothing old.
Doesn't mind, doesn′t care.
Livin' is enjoyin' what he′s told.

Like machine forever turning,
His life is slowly burning.
Nothing to do, nothing to say.
Doesn′t mind, doesn't care.
Little Mister Moonshine, what a way
to act out a day.


Like the leaves of a fallen tree.
His days fly away with the wind.
Out in the air, doesn′t know where.
Why should he wonder, why should he care?
Little Mister Moonshine, what a day
for a dream to fly away.

Little Mister Moonshine.
Lazing on a window sill.

Little Mister Moonshine.
Little Mister Moonshine.
Little Mister Moonshine.
Little Mister Moonshine.
Little Mister Moonshine.
Little Mister Moonshine.
Little Mister Moonshine.
Little Mister Moonshine.
Little Mister Moonshine.
Little Mister Moonshine.
Little Mister Moonshine.