Strange Things - Tackhead

Strange things happen on a Friday night

Boy meets girl

There’s a lot of hugging and kissing

Under the golden moon there shines a silver light

Oh I’d like to be one of them

But I’m just a wandering sheep

A wandering sheep on this island

With no one to love me

With no one to care for me

That’s why I say

Someone please take my hand and let us go

I keep on thinking I wish that it was me