i m wandering round and round nowhere to go i m lonely in london london is lovely so i cross the streets without fear everybody keeps the way clear i know i know no one here to say hello i know they keep the way clear and i am lonely in london without fear i m wondering round and round here nowhere to go while my eyes go looking for flying saucers in the sky while my eyes go looking for flying saucers in the sky on sunday monday autumn pass by me and people hurry on so peacefully a group approaches a policeman he seems so pleased to please them it s good at least to live and i agree he seems so pleased at least and it s so good to live in peace and sunday monday years and i agree while my eyes go looking for flying saucers in the sky while my eyes go looking for flying saucers in the sky i don t know what i left so far away i don t think i don t ask and i don t pray i do not want to make a mess and i know about nothing that possess i came around to say yes and i say i do not want to make a mess and i know about nothing that possess i came around to say yes and i say while my eyes go looking for flying saucers in the sky while my eyes go looking for flying saucers in the sky
['bossa nova', 'mpb', 'samba', 'tropicalia']