Three little birds sat on my window And they told me I don't need to worry

summer came like cinnamon so sweet little girls double touch on the concrete

Maybe sometimes We got it wrong but it's alright

The more things seem to change The more they stay the same Don't you hesitate

Put your records on, tell me your favorite song.

You go ahead, let your hair down.

I hope you get your dreams.

You're gonna find yourself somewhere, somehow.

Blue as the sky, sunburnt and lonely Sippin' tea in the bar by the roadside

Just relax, just relax.

Don't you let those other boys fool you.

Gotta love that Afro head too.

Oh, no.

tell me

You go ahead and let your hair down Sapphire and faded jeans I hope you get your jeans

Just go ahead and let your head down.

You're gonna find it so soon.

I don't know.

Put your records on.

Tell me a better song.

You go ahead, let your hair down.

Sapphire and faded jeans.

I hope you get your jeans.

Just go ahead, let your hair down.

You're gonna find yourself some.

You gotta find yourself somewhere