Mr. Wilson I believe you, Mr. Wilson, I believe you anyway And I'm always thinking of you when I hear your music play And you know it's true That Wales is not like Californ-i-a in any way When I listen to your music you're still thousands of miles away Take your mixes, not your mixture, add some music to our day Don't believe the thing they tell you, don't let them get in your way Whisper, whisper, to dance and watch my back Funicello, though I never met you once I know your movies, in the Sea and Serenade California wine tastes fine (repeat and fade) by: José Duarte jtduarte1@gmail.com