The Bomber A: Closet Queen B: Bolero C: Cast Your Fate To The Wind (Medley)

The Bomber - The James Gang

Written by：Joe Walsh/Vince Guaraldi/Maurice Ravel/Dale Peters/James Fox/Jim Fox/Carel Werber

When I became of age

My mama sat me down

She said son you're growing up

It's time you looked around

So I began to notice some things

I've haven't seen before

That's what brought me here

Knockin' at your back door

Yeah

A closet queen a bus stop fiend

It wants to shake my hand

I don't want to be there

She decides she can

It's apple Dan

He's just the man

To pick fruit off your branches

I can't sleep and we can't keep

This cattle off my ranches

Oh oh yeah

Oooh yeah

Yeah

It's too strong something's wrong

I guess I lost the feeling

I don't mind the games you play

But I don't like you dealing

The cards looked bad

The luck's been had

And there's nothing left to smoke

We'll all be back tomorrow

For the punchline of the joke

Oh oh oh oh

Oh oh oh oh