THE ‘BLACKOUT’ VERSE:
well…
woke up this morning with a wine glass in my hand…
whose wine?
what wine?
where the hell did i dine?
musta been a dream…
i don’t believe where i’ve been…
come on…
let’s do it again…
CHORUS:
do you?…you!
feel like i do?
(how’d ya feel?)
do you?…you!
feel like i do?
VERSE 2:
my friend got busted, just the other day…
they said,”don’t walk, don’t walk, don’t walk away”
drove him to a taxi, bent the boot, hit the bag…
had to play some music…
wonder why’s he [brag? or drag?])
CHORUS:
do you?…you!
feel like i do?
(how’d ya [turns from mic, can’t catch it]?)
do you?…you!
feel like i…
[1st guitar solo]
do you?…you!
feel like i do?
(yes ya do!)
do you?…you!
feel like i do?
champagne for breakfast
and a sherman in my hand…
peached up…peached ale…never fails…
musta been a dream…
i don’t believe where i’ve been…
come on, let’s do it again…
do you?…you!
feel like i do?
(how’d ya feel?)
do you?…you!
feel like i…
[keyboard solo]
do you feel like we do?
do you feel like we do?
oh, that’s true.
do you feel like we do?
get back.
do you feel..do you feel like we do?
[2nd guitar solo]
(talkbox lyrics:)
(conveys a ‘ghostly’ lyrical presence)
oh baby do you feel?
oh baby do you feel, feel like we do?
do you feel…do you feel…like we do?
i want to thank you…
do you feel like we do?
that’s alright, that’s alright to feel you’d like…
feel you’d like, a good time…
we’ll go to bed and good night.
good night, good night, good night, good night, good night…