Move Over Sunshine

All in good fun, all in good time
September’s moon is spilling sunshine
Silver-strobed satellites

Mellow as honey, sweet as wine
Drunk astronauts are feeling the high
A lunatic’s paradise

Even the birds they all are singing
Shoutin’ out for all the world to hear
I got my bonafide religion
Maybe I got more than I need, well

Move Over Sunshine
I got my condition from the night
Nocturnally bound
I’ll be gone by morning, when ole morning comes around

Saints are unsung, logic dies hard
Virgins are won, Devils reborn
dim the lights, less is more

Even the old folks they are reminiscin’
Shoutin’ out their sure fire recipes
Sure ’nuf they agree there’s no elixir
Like the dead of night, the moon, and the right company, well

Move Over Sunshine
I got my condition from the night
Nocturnally bound
I’ll be gone by morning, when ole morning comes around

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