Malcolm Lucard To Do Lyrics
To Do by Malcolm Lucard
This is how it is, I'm starting today,
Nothing but nothing gonna get in my way
Just a couple of things that I gotta do
Gonna make a little list, gonna show it to you
Get fluent in French, sing in Portuguese
Remember wines I like, learn to make cheese,
Memorize poems, quotes and jokes
Call 'em up at will, hit just the right note
Write a novel, a screen play, be less shy
Build model airplanes, stare at the sky ...
Chorus:
These are things I'm gonna do
Mark my word before I'm thru
These are things that I'm gonna be
Mark my work wait and see
Gonna build me a boat, sail around the world
Stop at every island, dive for pearls
Row to Alaska, bike to Cancun
Tour with my band, hitchhike to the moon
Take my mandolin across the plains,
Catch the trans-Siberian, do it all again!
I'm gonna love you
I'm gonna squeeze you
Gonna please you
Gonna leave you
I'm gonna grieve you
Gonna crawl back on hand and knees and beg pretty, pretty please ...
Chorus
Gonna learn to dance salsa, samba gafiera
Master the oud, take up capoeira,
Go out dancing till quarter to three
Live a balanced life, get more sleep,
Meditate in the morning at quarter to 5
Yoga, eat right, glad to be alive,
Work really hard to save the humans-beings,
Devote more time to sleeping under trees
Gonna sit by the fire, read fat books
Smoke my pipe, feed the ducks
Spend more time playing board games,
Commit myself completely to fishing
Gonna promise to be true
Gonna write more songs
And think about you
I'm gonna love you
I'm gonna squeeze you....
Chorus
Bridge
And when I'm through
I'll do it all again with you
I'll never say anything embarrassing again and again and again
No need to regret things I could have been
A shaper of wood, a tier of knots
Sailor, juggler, a drinker of shots
Poet, masseuse, welder, thief
Gonna sculpt cool things from stuff on the streets
Write long letters to the people I love
Stay real zen when push comes to shove
Save million bucks in a hole behind the shed
A model train will bring us breakfast in bed
Gonna label and date all our photographs and put 'em in a book
Oh yeah, and open a little bistro, and name it after you
I'm gonna love you...
Nothing but nothing gonna get in my way
Just a couple of things that I gotta do
Gonna make a little list, gonna show it to you
Get fluent in French, sing in Portuguese
Remember wines I like, learn to make cheese,
Memorize poems, quotes and jokes
Call 'em up at will, hit just the right note
Write a novel, a screen play, be less shy
Build model airplanes, stare at the sky ...
Chorus:
These are things I'm gonna do
Mark my word before I'm thru
These are things that I'm gonna be
Mark my work wait and see
Gonna build me a boat, sail around the world
Stop at every island, dive for pearls
Row to Alaska, bike to Cancun
Tour with my band, hitchhike to the moon
Take my mandolin across the plains,
Catch the trans-Siberian, do it all again!
I'm gonna love you
I'm gonna squeeze you
Gonna please you
Gonna leave you
I'm gonna grieve you
Gonna crawl back on hand and knees and beg pretty, pretty please ...
Chorus
Gonna learn to dance salsa, samba gafiera
Master the oud, take up capoeira,
Go out dancing till quarter to three
Live a balanced life, get more sleep,
Meditate in the morning at quarter to 5
Yoga, eat right, glad to be alive,
Work really hard to save the humans-beings,
Devote more time to sleeping under trees
Gonna sit by the fire, read fat books
Smoke my pipe, feed the ducks
Spend more time playing board games,
Commit myself completely to fishing
Gonna promise to be true
Gonna write more songs
And think about you
I'm gonna love you
I'm gonna squeeze you....
Chorus
Bridge
And when I'm through
I'll do it all again with you
I'll never say anything embarrassing again and again and again
No need to regret things I could have been
A shaper of wood, a tier of knots
Sailor, juggler, a drinker of shots
Poet, masseuse, welder, thief
Gonna sculpt cool things from stuff on the streets
Write long letters to the people I love
Stay real zen when push comes to shove
Save million bucks in a hole behind the shed
A model train will bring us breakfast in bed
Gonna label and date all our photographs and put 'em in a book
Oh yeah, and open a little bistro, and name it after you
I'm gonna love you...