SOME PEOPLE - G GCG GDG Some people have someone to hold them when they are lonely Some people have someone to call their one and only A Some folks miss the boat, or get a boat that won’t float Or get a goat that eats their grass GCG…

SOME PEOPLE - G GCG GDG Some people have someone to hold them when they are lonely Some people have someone to call their one and only A Some folks miss the boat, or get a boat that won’t float Or get a goat that eats their grass GCG…

SOME PEOPLE - G GCG GDG Some people have someone to hold them when they are lonely Some people have someone to call their one and only A Some folks miss the boat, or get a boat that won’t float Or get a goat that eats their grass GCG…

It's about Fog... The fog that crept into the window at the Fort Ord stockade back in 1965, when I would skip breakfast and sit by the barred window in the barber chair and smell the ocean air.

SOME PEOPLE - G GCG GDG Some people have someone to hold them when they are lonely Some people have someone to call their one and only A Some folks miss the boat, or get a boat that won’t float Or get a goat that eats their grass GCG…

It's about Fog... The fog that crept into the window at the Fort Ord stockade back in 1965, when I would skip breakfast and sit by the barred window in the barber chair and smell the ocean air.

SOME PEOPLE - G GCG GDG Some people have someone to hold them when they are lonely Some people have someone to call their one and only A Some folks miss the boat, or get a boat that won’t float Or get a goat that eats their grass GCG…

It's about Fog... The fog that crept into the window at the Fort Ord stockade back in 1965, when I would skip breakfast and sit by the barred window in the barber chair and smell the ocean air.

SOME PEOPLE - G GCG GDG Some people have someone to hold them when they are lonely Some people have someone to call their one and only A Some folks miss the boat, or get a boat that won’t float Or get a goat that eats their grass GCG…

It's about Fog... The fog that crept into the window at the Fort Ord stockade back in 1965, when I would skip breakfast and sit by the barred window in the barber chair and smell the ocean air.