Fed up with your indigestion
Swallow worries one by one
Folks got high a quarter to five
Don't you feel your growing up undone

Nothing but the local DJ
Said he had some songs to play
What went down from this fooling around
Gave hope and a brand new day

Imagine all the girls,
Ah ah, ah, ah, ah, ah, ah, ah
And the boys,
Ah ah, ah, ah, ah, ah, ah, ah
And the strings,
Eee, eee, eee, eee, eee, eee, eee, eee
And the drums, the drums, the drums, the drums, the drums, the drums,
The drums, the drums, the drums, the drums, the drums, the drums

Oh
Nothing was the same again
All about where and when
Blowing our minds in our life unkind
You gotta love the BPM
When his work was all but gone
Remembering how this begun
We wore his love like a hand in a glove
His preacher plams it all night long

Nothing but the girls,
Ah ah, ah, ah, ah, ah, ah, ah
And the boys,
Ah ah, ah, ah, ah, ah, ah, ah
And the strings,
Eee, eee, eee, eee, eee, eee, eee, eee
And the drums, the drums, the drums, the drums, the drums, the drums

Imagine all the girls
Ah, ah, ah, ah, ah, ah, ah, ah
And the boys,
Ah ah, ah, ah, ah, ah, ah, ah
And the strings,
Eee, eee, eee, eee, eee, eee, eee, eee
And the drums,
Ah ah ah ah, ah, ah, ah, oh

All the girls
Ah ah, ah, ah, ah, ah, ah, ah
And the boys,
Ah ah, ah, ah, ah, ah, ah, ah
And the strings,
Eee, eee, eee, eee, eee, eee, eee, eee
And the drums, the drums, the drums, the drums