What about a holiday, just the eight of us
You and me and all the stones
Wouldn’t want to leave them out
Couldn’t find a nice bunch
But you can’t expect them to
Navigate the boulevards on their own
Those sweet rolling stones
Gosh, we better go hold their hands
While they cross the street
You and me and all the stones
Wouldn’t want to leave them out
Couldn’t find a nice bunch
But you can’t expect them to
Navigate the boulevards on their own
Those sweet rolling stones
Gosh, we better go hold their hands
While they cross the street