Worms کے بول

Can you feel it? Making waves The bubbles churn And curls turn On a perm that doesn't fade Like the wheels on a motorcade Like the star of a float parade Like it's time to celebrate Like Grandma's herbs that smell so great Can you feel it? It's in your bones Clock ticks, an annoying German on a cellular telephone Like the thought of getting old In a cemetery home Those are things I shoulda known I'll find the wave or ride alone