Letra da Música: Hey Day - John Taylor

We made a fortune
We blew a fortune
Back in the hey day
It was a payday

We saw the future
We caused a suture
We lived in hotels
We lived on cocktails

All I wanted was
A friendly atmosphere
All I wanted was
To get way out of here
All I wanted was
To learn a whole new approach
All I wanted was... (love)

I was in third grade
When I met Matt Shade
He was a mover
Never loser

We made a good noise
We made the sun shine
We met some more guys
And we changed their lives

All I wanted was
To learn a whole new approach
All I wanted was
To lose this sense of this ghost All I wanted was
Hmmm a lucky puppy dog
All I wanted was... (love)
To hold my head high
To hold my head high
To hold my head high
To hold my head high

Went into tailspin
We hear a whirlwind
We married nice girls
Who turned to werewolves

We lived the big time
We made the girls scream
We traded silk ties
We started black books

All I wanted was
To make a moment
All I wanted was
To make a cornet burn
All I wanted was
To turn day into the night
All I wanted was

(flute)

All I wanted was
To make a moment
All I wanted was
To make a cornet burn
All I wanted was
To turn day into night
All I wanted was
Hey day , hey day, hey day,hey day, hey day
Hey day, hey day, hey day, hey day, hey day