I packed a bag.
With clean underwear and bore.
Some worry and nag.
And more stuff from the top drawer.
I packed some drag.
And I took it out on tour.
Took off with a roar.
And didn't open it anymore.
A moonlight mile from white is where our jets ignite.
It's an all-night flight boy, but it's alright.
It's all right, red banner rockers unite!
If it's dark around the clock let us rock for light.
It will be all right, be all right red banner rockers unite!
[bo Anita miała notkę z myslowica]