Glory of the Day

Good evening, ladies and gentlemen. We are The Crashers. Here we go, Getting out of nowhere. Magnificent garage band. Beautiful things are happening Every now and then. So hey, watch your people, watch your people! This day is nice from the very start. This evening comes, start to fill my heart. The sun is playing in hide and seek. I don't care knowing It's a trick. I feel so glad and I can say, God, That is glory of the day. In the streets there Are cars and ass, Big girls, socks, and the cleaner lads. I'm walking through the festive mobs. Attractive stares of girls and cops. Everyone is running in his way, Enjoying this glory of the day. Here is the day In its very prime. Beautiful and so in one time. The city's so perfect and so cold. I'm so tired and I've no more bold. My feelings slowly turn to gray despite of Glory of the day. The day is setting with all its might By the hands of creeping Night. People quickly Quit the streets, Crawling In their filthy sheets. The sun is throwing latest ray. Remember glory of the day. Remember glory of the day. Remember glory of the day. Oh, Remember, remember glory of the day. Remember now.