Big Old World

It’s a big old world out there, this morning
It’s a tiny universe, in an afternoon
It’s a strange old time to be in love with Elvis
You better drink it up, it ain’t coming back around soon
I known about the boy from North Melbourne
He nearly killed himself
Sipping life from a lead paint filled balloon
You may want to laugh at him
But he saw the face of heaven grin
It’s a big old world on a sunny afternoon
It’s a big old world, man, I wish I could tell you
But you’re locked up in your own psychotic tomb
I’m gonna make my bed on the rock of Gibraltar
Cause I wanted the view to come with the room
Did you hear about the girl from New York City?
She nearly lost her mind, gazing out the window of her hotel room
I guess I won’t contest she died doing what she did best
It’s a big old world on a sunny afternoon
It’s a big old world on a sunny afternoon
It’s a big old world on a sunny afternoon