Ian Hunter & The Rant Band - Comfortable (Flyin' Scotsman) lyrics

Imagination's all in the mind Why don't you come up and see me sometime Get wild, get weird, get wonderful And we can slip into something more comfortable Imagination's up in the air You wanna stretch it, it'll go anywhere I bet those twins ain't identical Why don't we slip into something more comfortable? What's that sound, what's that sound? The Flying Scotsman's back in town Can you hear that lonesome whistle call? Why don't we slip into something more comfortable? Imagination - there ain't any text Imagining this, and imagining that It's the only thing left that's a free for all Why don't we slip into something more comfortable? Gather round, gather round, the Flying Scotsman's back in town Fully operational Why don't we slip into something more comfortable? Imagination's a beautiful book Take a look, why don't you take a look Extra large, large, medium, small Why don't we slip into something more comfortable? Hit the sack, hit the sack The Flying Scotsman's back on track All hail rock and roll Why don't we slip into something more comfortable?