Cream Album

chorus
I'm so glad
I'm so glad
I'm glad, I'm glad, I'm glad
(reapt one time)

don't know what to do
don't know what to do
don't know what to do

tired of weeping
tired of moaning
tired of crying for you

chorus

tired of weeping
tired of moaning
tired of groaning for you

chorus repeat 8 times with
one extra I'm glad on 6th time

Hey now baby, get into my big black car.
Hey now baby, get into my big black car.
I want to just show you what my politics are.

I'm a political man and I practice what I preach.
I'm a political man and I practice what I preach.
So don't deny me baby, not while you're in my reach.

I support the left, though I'm leaning, leaning to the right.
I support the left, though I'm leaning to the right.
But I'm just not there when it's coming to a fight.

Hey now baby, get into my big black car.
Hey now baby, get into my big black car.
I want to just show you what my politics are.

One summer day, she went away;
Gone and left me, she's gone to stay.

She's gone, but I don't worry:
I'm sitting on top of the world.

All the summer, worked all this fall.
Had to take Christmas in my overalls.

Chorus

Going down to the freight yard, gonna catch me a freight train.
Going to leave this town; worked and got to home.

Chorus

Thinkin' 'bout the times you drove in my car.
Thinkin' that I might have drove you too far.
And I'm thinkin' 'bout the love that you laid on my table.

I told you not to wander 'round in the dark.
I told you 'bout the swans, that they live in the park.
Then I told you 'bout our kid, now he's married to Mabel.

Yes, I told you that the light goes up and down.
Don't you notice how the wheel goes 'round?
And you better pick yourself up from the ground
Before they bring the curtain down,
Yes, before they bring the curtain down.

Talkin' 'bout a girl that looks quite like you.
She didn't have the time to wait in the queue.
She cried away her life since she fell off the cradle.

When I was young, they gave me a mongrel piano
Spent all my time inventing the cup of tea
Writing your name in the sea
Banging my fav'rite head

Missing the last bed, waving the cheery herring
Balancing brass bands on the tip of my toe
Phoning your home from a tree
Drinking my fav'rite loch

When I was old, they gave me a model factory
I met three salads on the motorway
Leaving your name at the door
Breaking my fav'rite egg

Missing the walrus, sharing my last banana
Balancing zeppelins on the end of my nose
Calling your name in the zoo
Blowing my fav'rite mind

Dainties in a jam-jar, Parson's colour in the sky
Water in a fountain doesn't get me very high
Moby Dick and Albert making out with Captain Bligh

So you know what you know in your head
Will you, won't you, do you
Don't you know when a head's dead?
What a bringdown

Winter leader Lou is grownin', Hampstead's in the north
Betty B's been wearin' daisies since the twenty-fourth
Wears a gunner when there's one more coming forth

And you know what you know in your head
Will you, won't you, do you
Don't you wanna go to bed?
What a bringdown

There's a tea leaf about in the family
Full of nothin', their fairy tale
There's a tea leaf a-floatin' now for Rosalie
They'll believe in ding-dong bell

Take a butchers at the dodginesses of Old Bill
Aristotle's orchestra are living on the pill
One of them gets very, very prickly when he's ill

And you know what you know in your head
Will you, won't you, do you
Don't you wanna make more bread?
What a bringdown
Yeah

Twice apon a time
In the valley of the tears
An auctioneer is bidding
For a box of fading years
And the elephants are dancing
On the graves of squeeling mice
Anyone for tennis?
Wouldn't that be nice

And the ice creams are all melting
On the streets of bloody beard
While the beggars stain the pavements
With florecent Christmas cheer
And the Bentley driving guru
Is putting up his price
Anyone for Tennis?
Wouldn't that be nice

And the Prophets in the boutiques
Give out messages of hope
With gingle bells
and fairy tales
and blind providing scopes
and you can tell that all their saying
Underneath the pretty lights
Anyone for tennis?
Wouldn't that be nice

Yellow buddist monkeys
playing brightly at the zoo
you can bring a bowl of rice
and then a glass of water
To her to taste

Setting up the chess board
While death roles out the dice
Anyone for tennis?
Wouldn't that be nice