Boston Ball Game 1967 - Jack Bruce

Hey when Well hello there baby

The time comes if you hate it

Will you hate it so much

Won’t you Why not leave it

Keep your head maybe try like me too?

In the games We who were your fathers

Of the Have shared out all

Sunshine?

tomorrows sunshine

Well that Time is passing baby

Time has come if you let it

And you it will make you

Can’t do do what they want

What you want Maybe be like them too

Now your mind Those who were our fathers

Is not Peer from inside their towers

Looking looking