Wavy Lane
Wavy Lane’s a place where nothing ends and nothing’s straight
It’s just enough to drive you ‘round the bend
The mailman walks a twisted mile, stamped on his face, a crooked smile
Delivers mail before it’s even sent
Wavy Lane
The grocer has a sloping shop, where pizza’s always sliding off
The counter where the cakes all used to be
Wavy Lane
This town’s a happy little town
(happy little town)
It’s where we love to be and hang around (hang around)
(Wavy Lane)
Wavy Lane
(Wavy Lane)
Wavy Lane’s a place where nothing ends and nothing’s straight
It’s just enough to drive you ‘round the bend
(Wavy Lane)
Wavy Lane
(Wavy Lane)
Wavy Lane
(Wavy Lane)
Wavy Lane
© 2017 Tony Caio
© Cambi Sonidos Music Group, Composium Sounds, Short and Bitter Publishing ASCAP