It seems that “We Are The Champions” ticked off all the four key elements needed for a song to be “catchy”.
Scientists have proven that this Queen classic hit is the catchiest song of all time after observing thousands of volunteers subjects sing along to a thousand songs. Will you love me when my hair is gray/ when my cheeks have lost their hue/ when the glow of youth has passed away/ will your love of old prove true/ for looks may change and the heart may range/ with love no longer fond/ will you love with truth in the years of youth/ and away to years beyond/ I love you for your locks of brown/ and the glow of cheek that lies/ but I love you most for your kindly heart/ that I see in your blue eyes/ for the eyes are signs of the soul within/ of a heart that's leal and true/ and my own sweetheart, I'll love you still/ as long as your eyes are blue/ for the eyes are signs of the soul within/ of a heart that's leal and true/ and my own sweetheart, I'll love you still/ as long as your eyes are blue/ as long as your eyes are blue/ as long as your eyes are blueĪnother bar/ pack up the car/ the neon is a-smilin' on my feet/ all the world is hard wood and smoke/ and I need to find a place where I can sleep/ I miss the fields where the corn grows up so high/ and our little house is settled 'neath a clear unbridled sky/ one day, real soon, I'll be home again/ where the dirt is black as coal and our laughter never ends/ another night/ another drink/ I couldn't drown my sorrows with the sea/ I'm trying hard with all my heart/ but there are things that I will never be/ no matter where, from St.21) “And we’ll keep on fighting…to the eeeeend!” We Are The Champions – Queen (1977)ĭeclared by scientific research as the most “sing-along-able” song there is, it’s no wonder why it seems everybody knows the lyrics to Queen’s 70’s rock anthem “We Are The Champions”. on New York time was luck the one you thanked/ or was it trust in progress as the night behind you sank/ hours up on Lindy's time you caught the eastern glow/ and the coast of Ireland came into sight/ Chorus/ 14 hours and 56 minutes in the clouds/ from the time that you pushed off to the second you touched down/ a thermos of tomato soup to warm against the chill/ and a little faith can go a long long way/ Chorusīy the time I got to Flagstaff I was running low on fuel/ I was 90 miles from Phoenix I was 90 miles from you/ my hands and face are dirty from the smoke and dusty road/ and recollection chases whether I drive fast or slow/ didn't seem so far away when we were rolling down that road/ but the miles that stand between us they only stand to grow/ and I know I can't persuade you I know those days are gone/ but still I'd like to see you before I'm traveling on/ I'm smiling while I'm crying/ the desert stretches on to you/ and I'm dreaming that you fell back into my arms/ what else can I do/ I won't be staying long 4 or 5 days maybe less/ you can take me out to dinner to the place you like the best/ we can gaze across the table and you can tell me about your life/ the man you fell in love with and how you're now his wife/ Chorus/ But if you find you need me or you're feeling sad/ you can call me on the phone and talk of good times that we had/ and I'm sure your kids are pretty and one day they'll understand/ the vest expanse of heartache and how love slipped through my hands/ ChorusĪs Long as Your Eyes are Blue (words adapted from a poem by Banjo Patterson)
#We were flying low and hit something in the air lyrics full#
Harbor Grace, Newfoundland the ground was wet and soft/ were you a tad bit nervous did you have your fingers crossed/ hoping for a miracle of science or of god/ to put your little airplane in the sky/ the air's a place for men they said, those acrobats of war/ and after all Lucky Lindy did it all before/ go back to your mama go home and be a wife/ 'cause we all know that girls aren't meant to fly/ Amelia open up that throttle, get above those trees/ the Icebergs looming sharp and white/ with a big combustion engine and a fool's head full of dreams/ you'll cut across the blue Atlantic sky/ what's it like to sit alone in solitary dark/ with your friend the/ rumbling engine and dome of northern stars/ did you laugh a little as you did what they said that you could not/ all while watched by 100 million eyes/ at 9 A.M.
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