The Dream - Eric Burdon

One two three four

Five crazy individual animals

Stuck out on the road

Trying to be one

Can you imagine

Five of us in search of a dream

Always on the road it seems

All turned on to the memory now

Look for other lassis hated by the lads

But we bridged the gap somehow with our music

In the scrap

To be number one

Number one

Number one

We had contact with the fans

Nothing could stop us now

Violence

Saturday nights all those run arounds

We was up there with the best

Till it all came down

No sleep, no eat

Just pills to keep you alert

Searching, searching till we all went blind

And never jet struck bater

Moving at a hell of pace

It’ll take your breath away

But I couldn’t resist that godlike feeling

When I’m up on the stage

And never in a thousand years

Did I ever think I’d see the day

When it’d be all gone gone

Or we’d blown away

Well, the joker smiles as he shook my hand

And said «Welcome to the stage»

Laughed and said

«Hahaha

Well kid, welcome to number one»