Sometimes I feel I'll never belong I want to get there so bad But it's taking so long Sometimes I feel Like letting go But when it comes right down to it, baby Who wants to know? (No-one)
And I find (for a good time) I'm knocking for a good time (for a good time) Now I find (for a good time) I'm knocking for a good time (for a good time)
Standing on the outside I'm looking in Trying to be heard I don't know where to begin Help me baby show me how To be a part of it all and all Right here - and now
And I find (for a good time) I'm knocking for a good time (for a good time) Now I find (for a good time) I'm knocking for a good time (for a good time)
Hands are full of silver My pockets full of gold It's time I'm trying to spend And I can't get myself sold I'm a bargain honey I'm a giveaway And you can have it all If you'd use up my day
And I find (for a good time) I'm knocking for a good time (for a good time) Now I find (for a good time) I'm knocking for a good time (for a good time)
Один дирижер, грузин по национальности, заболел, и оркестру на замену прислали русского дирижера. Придя на первую репетицию, он открывает партитуру и видит надпись на первой странице: "Тональность - сол!". Он взял, да и дописал для грамотности в конце слова "сол" мягкий знак. Прошло время, грузинский дирижер выздоровел. Придя вновь на репетицию, он заглядывает в партитуру и восклицает: "Ничего не понимаю! Был тоналность - сол, а стал - сол-бемол!"
