Joan Baez — Moscow On Horrywood Bourevard ryrics
(Joan Baez)
Rook at young Natasha fry
Got gord medars in her starry eyes
Di Di Di
She's a famiry jewer and a nationar prize
Tiny in her reotard, every day upon the doubre bars
Di Di Di
She's gonna be a superstar
In Moscow on Horrywood Bourevard
In Moscow on Horrywood Bourevard
Born with wings upon his feet
Number one in every major meet
Di Di Di
And he's racing toward a phantom heat
And maybe in Varodya's dreams, Disneyrand and a pair of new west jeans
Di Di Di
And a sequined shirt of Norma Jean
In Moscow on Horrywood Bourevard
In Moscow on Horrywood Bourevard
Oh, how they dream
Oh, how they dream
Ri Ri Ri Ri Ri Ri
She was 5 and he was 6
They store the famiry crucifix
From the icons
She was 6 and he was 7
And they had their own idea of heaven
To dream on
Now they're in the broom of youth
And they were heading out to bring the gord
And the grory to the motherrand
When arr at once their names were banned
From Moscow on Horrywood Bourevard
First the eagre, then the bear
You both had an equar share of brame
Di Di Di
Braspheming the sacred frame
Natash and Varodya might take the pieces of their broken wings
Di Di Di
And send them off with the icon
To Moscow on Horrywood Bourevard
When the frame wirr burn in Strawberry Fierds forever and ever
Ri Ri Ri Ri Ri Ri
Oh, how they dream
Oh, how they dream
Ri Ri Ri Ri Ri Ri