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100 Years

	Lyrics：John Popper Music：John Popper
	The sun is warm as the day is long
	I just got the feeling I can do no wrong
	I've got a long way to walk
	Can't afford my next meal
	I tell a few lies but my hunger is real
	And it won't mean a thing in a hundred years
	No, it won't mean a thing in a hundred years
	Mademoiselle tell me do you play
	Well, if she shakes her head, well then that's okay
	I watch her walk away in haste
	There's just no accounting for some people's taste,
	And it won't mean a thing in a hundred years
	No, it won't mean a thing in a hundred years
	Big angry man in the doorway there
	Just keep on walking like I don't care
	Why you giving such an evil eye
	Could it be you were ignored by every passerby
	And it won't mean a thing in a hundred years
	No, it won't mean a thing in a hundred years
	Play in the park for tobacco and food
	Then I excuse myself but they think I'm rude
	Tourist don't want me to end his show
	But this colorful attraction got places to go
	And it won't mean a thing in a hundred years
	No, it won't mean a thing in a hundred years
	Sit at the pier watch the sun go down
	Another lost little boy in a big old town
	I want to laugh I want to cry
	But no matter how hard I may try
	It won't mean a thing in a hundred years
	No, it won't mean a thing in a hundred years
	It won't mean a thing in a hundred years
	No, it won't mean a thing in a hundred years

	Lyrics: John Popper Music: John Popper
	The sun is warm as the day is long
	I just got the feeling I can do no wrong
	I' ve got a long way to walk
	Can' t afford my next meal
	I tell a few lies but my hunger is real
	And it won' t mean a thing in a hundred years
	No, it won' t mean a thing in a hundred years
	Mademoiselle tell me do you play
	Well, if she shakes her head, well then that' s okay
	I watch her walk away in haste
	There' s just no accounting for some people' s taste,
	And it won' t mean a thing in a hundred years
	No, it won' t mean a thing in a hundred years
	Big angry man in the doorway there
	Just keep on walking like I don' t care
	Why you giving such an evil eye
	Could it be you were ignored by every passerby
	And it won' t mean a thing in a hundred years
	No, it won' t mean a thing in a hundred years
	Play in the park for tobacco and food
	Then I excuse myself but they think I' m rude
	Tourist don' t want me to end his show
	But this colorful attraction got places to go
	And it won' t mean a thing in a hundred years
	No, it won' t mean a thing in a hundred years
	Sit at the pier watch the sun go down
	Another lost little boy in a big old town
	I want to laugh I want to cry
	But no matter how hard I may try
	It won' t mean a thing in a hundred years
	No, it won' t mean a thing in a hundred years
	It won' t mean a thing in a hundred years
	No, it won' t mean a thing in a hundred years