from the first BT self titled CD -

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

© 1990 Blues Traveler Music