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The roses in the window box Have tilted to one side Everything about this house Was born to grow and die Oh it doesn't seem a year ago To this very day You said I'm sorry honey If I don't change the pace I can't face another day And love lies bleeding in my hand Oh it kills me to think of you with another man I was playing rock and roll and you were just a fan But my guitar couldn't hold you So I split the band Love lies bleeding in my hands I wonder if those changes Have left a scar on you Like all the burning hoops of fire That you and I passed through You're a bluebird on a telegraph line I hope you're happy now Well if the wind of change comes down your way girl You'll make it back somehow |
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| 3:49 |
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Goodbye Norma Jean
Though I never knew you at all You had the grace to hold yourself While those around you crawled They crawled out of the woodwork And they whispered into your brain They set you on the treadmill And they made you change your name And it seems to me you lived your life Like a candle in the wind Never knowing who to cling to When the rain set in And I would have liked to have known you But I was just a kid Your candle burned out long before Your legend ever did Loneliness was tough The toughest role you ever played Hollywood created a superstar And pain was the price you paid Even when you died Oh the press still hounded you All the papers had to say Was that Marilyn was found in the nude Goodbye Norma Jean From the young man in the 22nd row Who sees you as something as more than sexual More than just our Marilyn Monroe |
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| 3. |
| 5:22 |
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Hey kids, shake it loose together
The spotlight′s hitting something That′s been known to change the weather We′ll kill the fatted calf tonight So stick around You′re gonna hear electric music Solid walls of sound Say, Candy and Ronnie, have you seen them yet But they′re so spaced out, Bennie and the Jets Oh but they′re weird and they′re wonderful Oh Bennie she′s really keen She′s got electric boots a mohair suit You know I read it in a magazine Bennie and the Jets Hey kids, plug into the faithless Maybe they′re blinded But Bennie makes them ageless We shall survive, let us take ourselves along Where we fight our parents out in the streets To find who′s right and who′s wrong |
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| 4. |
| 3:14 |
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When are you gonna come down When are you going to land I should have stayed on the farm I should have listened to my old man You know you can't hold me forever I didn't sign up with you I'm not a present for your friends to open This boys too young to be singing the blues ah ah So goodbye yellow brick road Where the dogs of society howl You can't plant me in your penthouse I'm going back to my plough Back to the howling old howl in the woods Hunting the horny back toad Oh I've finally decided my future lies Beyond the yellow brick road Ah ah What do you think you'll do then I bet that'll shoot down your plane It'll take you a couple of vodka and tonics To set you on your feet again Maybe you'll get a replacement There's plenty like me to be found Mongrels who ain't got a penny Sniffing for tidbits like you on the ground ah ah So goodbye yellow brick road Where the dogs of society howl You can't plant me in your penthouse I'm going back to my plough Back to the howling old howl in the woods Hunting the horny back toad Oh I've finally decided my future lies Beyond the yellow brick road Ah ah |
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| 5. |
| 2:24 |
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Tune me in to the wild side of life
I'm an innocent young child sharp as a knife Take me to the garretts where the artists have died Show me the courtrooms where the judges have lied Let me drink deeply from the water and the wine Light colored candles in dark dreary mines Look in the mirror and stare at myself And wonder if that's really me on the shelf And each day I learn just a little bit more I don't know why but I do know what for If we're all going somewhere let's get there soon Oh this song's got no title just words and a tune Take me down alleys where the murders are done In a vast high powered rocket to the core of the sun Want to read books in the studies of men Born on the breeze and die on the wind If I was an artist who paints with his eyes I'd study my subject and silently cry Cry for the darkness to come down on me For confusion to carry on turning the wheel And each day I learn just a little bit more I don't know why but I do know what for If we're all going somewhere let's get there soon Oh this song's got no title just words and a tune |
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| 6. |
| 4:01 |
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Why's it never light on my lawn Why does it rain and never say good-day to the new-born On the big screen they showed us a sun But not as bright in life as the real one It's never quite the same as the real one And tell me grey seal How does it feel To be so wise To see through eyes That only see what's real Tell me grey seal I never learned why meteors were formed I only farmed in schools that were so warn and torn If anyone can cry then so can I I read books and draw life from the eye All my life is drawings from the eye Your mission bells were wrought by ancient men The roots were formed by twisted roots Your roots were twisted then I was re-born before all life could die The Phoenix bird will leave this world to fly If the Phoenix bird can fly then so can I |
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| 7. |
| 3:39 |
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When she gets up in the morning
It's enough to wake the dead Oh, she turning on the radio And dancing on my head It's no good living in the sun Playing guitar all day Boogalooing with my friends In that erotic way Come on, Jamaica In Jamaica all day Dancing with your darling Do Jamaica jerk-off that way Come on, Jamaica Everybody say We're all happy in Jamaica Do Jamaica Jerk-off that way Let the ladies and the gentlemen Be as rude as they like On, the beaches, oh, in the jungle Where the people feel all right So do it, Jamaica Got plenty for you and me Honky tonking with my baby In that deep blue sea |
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| 8. |
| 6:00 |
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I can see by your eyes you must be lying
When you think I don't have a clue Baby you're crazy If you think that you can fool me Because I've seen that movie too The one where the players are acting surprised Saying love's just a four letter word Between forcing smiles, with the knives in their eyes Well their actions become so absurd So keep your auditions for somebody Who hasn't got so much to lose Cause you can tell by the lines I'm reciting That I've seen that movie too It's a habit I have, I don't get pushed around Stop twinkling your star like you do I'm not the blue print for all of your 'b' films Because I've seen that movie too |
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| 1. |
| 3:56 |
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I'm back on dry land once again
Opportunity awaits me like a rat in the drain We're all hunting honey with money to burn Just a short time to show you the tricks that we've learned If the boys all behave themselves here Well there's pretty young ladies and beer in the rear You won't need a gutter to sleep in tonight Oh the prices I charge here will see you alright So she lays down beside me again My sweet painted lady, the one with no name Many have used her and many still do There's a place in the world for a woman like you Oh sweet painted lady Seems it's always been the same Getting paid for being laid Guess that's the name of the game Forget us we'll have gone very soon Just forget we ever slept in your rooms And we'll leave the smell of the sea in your beds Where love's just a job and nothing is said So she lays down beside me again My sweet painted lady, the one with no name Many have used her and many still do There's a place in the world for a woman like you Oh sweet painted lady Seems it's always been the same Getting paid for being laid Guess that's the name of the game |
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| 2. |
| 4:25 |
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Some punk with a shotgun
Killed young Danny Bailey In cold blood, in the lobby Of a downtown motel. Killed him in anger, A force he couldn't handle, Helped pull the trigger That cut short his life. And there's not many knew him The way that we did, Sure enough he was a wild one But then aren't most hungry kids? Now it's all over Danny Bailey, And the harvest is in. Dillinger's dead I guess the cops won again Now it's all over Danny Bailey, And the harvest is in. We're running short of heroes Back up here in the hills, Without Danny Bailey We're gonna have to break up our stills. So mark his grave well 'Cause Kentucky loved him. Born and raised proper I guess life just bugged him. And he found faith in danger, A life style he lived by, A runnin' gun youngster In a sad restless age. |
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| 3. |
| 5:02 |
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I've seen a lot of women who haven't had much luck
I've seen you looking like you've been run down by a truck That ain't nice to say sometimes I guess I'm really hard But I'm gonna put buckshot in your pants if you step into my yard When I watch the police come by and move you on Well I sometimes wonder what's beneath the mess you've become Well you may have been a pioneer in the trade of women's wear But all you got was a mop up job washing other people's stairs I'm gonna tell the world, you're a dirty little girl Someone grab that bitch by the ears Rub her down scrub her back And turn her inside out Cause I bet she hasn't had a bath in years Here's my own belief about all the dirty girls That you have to clean the oyster to find the pearl And like rags that belong to you I belong to myself So don't show up around here till your social worker's helped |
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| 4. |
| 5:11 |
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Raised to be a lady by the golden rule
Alice was the spawn of a public school With a double barrel name in the back of her brain And a simple case of Mummy-doesn't-love-me blues Reality it seems was just a dream She couldn't get it on with the boys on the scene But what do you expect from a chick who's just sixteen And hey, hey, hey, you know what I mean All the young girls love Alice Tender young Alice they say Come over and see me Come over and please me Alice it's my turn today All the young girls love Alice Tender young Alice they say If I give you my number Will you promise to call me Wait till my husband's away Poor little darling with a chip out of her heart It's like acting in a movie when you got the wrong part Getting your kicks in another girl's bed And it was only last Tuesday they found you in the subway dead And who could you call your friends down in Soho One or two middle-aged dykes in a Go-Go And what do you expect from a sixteen year old yo-yo And hey, hey, hey, oh don't you know All the young girls love Alice Tender young Alice they say Come over and see me Come over and please me Alice it's my turn today All the young girls love Alice Tender young Alice they say If I give you my number Will you promise to call me Wait till my husband's away |
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| 5. |
| 2:42 |
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I could really get off being in your shoes
I used to be stone sold on rhythm and blues A heard of a place at the back of town Where you really kick the shit when the sun goes down I really got buzzed when your sister said "Throw away them records 'cause the blues is dead Let me take you honey where the scene's on fire" And tonight I learned for certain that the blues expired Oh your sister can't twist but she can rock and roll Out bucks the broncos in the rodeo-do She's only sixteen but it's plain to see She can pull the wool over little old me Your sister can't twist but she can rock and roll Your sister can't twist but she got more soul than me Somebody help me 'cause the bug bit me Now I'm in heaven with the aching feet But I'll be back tonight where the music plays And your sister rocks all my blues away I really got buzzed when your sister said "Throw away them records 'cause the blues is dead Let me take you honey where the scene's on fire" And tonight I learned for certain that the blues expired |
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| 6. |
| 4:57 |
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It's getting late have you seen my mates Ma tell me when the boys get here It's seven o'clock and I want to rock Want to get a belly full of beer My old man's drunker than a barrel full of monkeys And my old lady she don't care My sister looks cute in her braces and boots A handful of grease in her hair Don't give us none of your aggravation We had it with your discipline Saturday night's alright for fighting Get a little action in Get about as oiled as a diesel train Gonna set this dance alight `Cause Saturday night's the night I like Saturday night's alright alright alright Well they're packed pretty tight in here tonight I'm looking for a dolly who'll see me right I may use a little muscle to get what I need I may sink a little drink and shout out "She's with me!" A couple of the sound that I really like Are the sounds of a switchblade and a motorbike I'm a juvenile product of the working class Whose best friend floats in the bottom of a glass Don't give us none of your aggravation We had it with your discipline Saturday night's alright for fighting Get a little action in Get about as oiled as a diesel train Gonna set this dance alight `Cause Saturday night's the night I like Saturday night's alright alright alright Don't give us none of your aggravation We had it with your discipline Saturday night's alright for fighting Get a little action in Get about as oiled as a diesel train Gonna set this dance alight `Cause Saturday night's the night I like Saturday night's alright alright alright Saturday Saturday Saturday Saturday Saturday Saturday Saturday Saturday Saturday Night's alright Saturday Saturday Saturday Saturday Saturday Saturday Saturday Saturday Saturday Night's alright Saturday Saturday Saturday Saturday Saturday Saturday Saturday Saturday Saturday Night's alright |
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| 7. |
| 4:09 |
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Sometimes you dream, sometimes it seems There's nothing there at all You just seem older than yesterday And you're waiting for tomorrow to call You draw to the curtain and one thing's for certain You're cozy in your little room The carpet's all paid for, God bless the TV Let's go shoot a hole in the moon And Roy Rogers is riding tonight Returning to our silver screens Comic book characters never grow old Evergreen heroes whose stories were told Oh the great sequin cowboy who sings of the plains Of roundups and rustlers and home on the range Turn on the T.V., shut out the lights Roy Rogers is riding tonight Nine o'clock mornings, five o'clock evenings I'd liven the pace if I could Oh I'd rather have a ham in my sandwich than cheese But complaining wouldn't do any good Lay back in my armchair, close eyes and think clear I can hear hoofbeats ahead Roy and Trigger have just hit the hilltop While the wife and the kids are in bed |
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| 3:44 |
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My bulldog is barking in the backyard
Enough to raise a dead man from his grave And I can't concentrate on what I'm doing Disturbance going to crucify my days And the days they get longer and longer And the nighttime is a time of little use For I just get ugly and older I get juiced on Mateus and just hang loose And I get bombed for breakfast in the morning I get bombed for dinner time and tea I dress in rags, smell a lot, and have a real good time I'm a genuine example of a social disease My landlady lives in a caravan Well that is when she isn't in my arms And it seems I pay the rent in human kindness But my liquor also helps to grease her palms And the ladies are all getting wrinkles And they're falling apart at the seams Well I just get high on tequila And see visions of vineyards in my dreams |
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| 2:46 |
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Hello, baby hello
Haven't seen your face for a while Have you quit doing time for me Or are you still the same spoiled child Hello, I said hello Is this the only place you thought to go Am I the only man you ever had Or am I just the last surviving friend that you know [Chorus] Harmony and me We're pretty good company Looking for an island In our boat upon the sea Harmony, gee I really love you And I want to love you forever And dream of the never, never, never leaving harmony Hello, baby hello Open up your heart and let your feelings flow You're not unlucky knowing me Keeping the speed real slow In any case I set my own pace By stealing the show, say hello, hello [Chorus] |
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| 2:52 |
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I lived in a tenement six floors above
I lent you my records and I lent you my love But you left me on the weekend without a by-your-leave That's a dirty and a low-down trick My folks all think you're mean But I don't mind, that's kind of nifty You always set those break-ups in the movies And just like a light honey you put me out Now I'm gonna do my best To get you back in the nest you came from You can erase me if you want to Turn your back in other men But whenever you're ready Honey, we'll go steady again It's nasty without you in my little room I miss you like crazy, please come back soon I was joking with those things I said I couldn't have been thinking If you don't come back I think I'll crack Just like my old ceiling |
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| 11. |
| 1:51 |
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Go jack-rabbit running through the wood
You had a good night and you feel real loose Heard they got you going round the goosecreek shed Trying to fill your belly full of buckshot lead Go jack-rabbit get the cabbage patch Farmer left the back porch door on the latch Heard you coming and he got his gun Better go jack-rabbit better start to run Go jack-rabbit running through the wood You had a good night and you feel real loose Gunfire breaking up the peaceful night Jack-rabbit lying in the cold daylight |
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| 4:40 |
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When I was a boy I had a lot of fun
I lived by the sea, I was a fisherman's son My mother she was a fisherman's wife She was scrubbing floors most of her life They said screw you I ain't got nothing to lose I could paper a matchbox With the money I use At the school I attended I got into fights I was beaten in an alley on a cold winter night The teachers cared less for the blood in our veins They got most of their thrills out of using a cane They said screw you Oh you bloody young fools I could get more sense Out of the back end of a mule So you see there's man who get paid for being slaves And men who get paid for being free And there's men behind bars who pray for the light And men in the suburbs who pray for the night And they're all trying to climb to the top of the mine And all of them say most of the way Screw you I worked in the mill from seven till nine Tears in my eyes nearly drove me half-blind Trying to make wages that weren't even there Taking hell from a foreman with the build of a bear He said screw you This is all you'll ever do It's the only existence for someone like you |
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| 13. |
| 3:53 |
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Goodbye Norma Jean
Though I never knew you at all You had the grace to hold yourself While those around you crawled They crawled out of the woodwork And they whispered into your brain They set you on the treadmill And they made you change your name And it seems to me you lived your life Like a candle in the wind Never knowing who to cling to When the rain set in And I would have liked to have known you But I was just a kid Your candle burned out long before Your legend ever did Loneliness was tough The toughest role you ever played Hollywood created a superstar And pain was the price you paid Even when you died Oh the press still hounded you All the papers had to say Was that Marilyn was found in the nude Goodbye Norma Jean From the young man in the 22nd row Who sees you as something as more than sexual More than just our Marilyn Monroe |
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| Disc 3 | ||||||
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Elton John - Goodbye yellow brick road
When are you gonna come down When are you going to land I should have stayed on the farm I should have listened my oid man You know you can't hold me forever I didn't sign up with you I'm not a present for your friends to open This boy's too young to be singing the blues So goodbye yellow brick road Where the dogs of society howl You can't plant me in your penthouse I'm going back to my plough Back to the howling old owl in the woods Hunting the horny back toad Oh I've finally decided my future lies Beyond the yellow brick road What do you think you'll do then I bet that'll shoot down your plane It'll take you a couple of vodka and tonics To set you on your feet again Maybe you'll get a replacement There's plenty like me to be found Mongrels whe ain't got a penny Sniffing for tidbits like you on the ground So goodbye yellow brick road Where the dogs of society howl You can't plant me in your penthouse I'm going back to my plough Back to the howling old owl in the woods Hunting the horny back toad Oh I've finally decided my future lies Beyond the yellow brick road |
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When she gets up in the morning
It's enough to wake the dead Oh, she turning on the radio And dancing on my head It's no good living in the sun Playing guitar all day Boogalooing with my friends In that erotic way Come on, Jamaica In Jamaica all day Dancing with your darling Do Jamaica jerk-off that way Come on, Jamaica Everybody say We're all happy in Jamaica Do Jamaica Jerk-off that way Let the ladies and the gentlemen Be as rude as they like On, the beaches, oh, in the jungle Where the people feel all right So do it, Jamaica Got plenty for you and me Honky tonking with my baby In that deep blue sea |
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It's getting late have you seen my mates
Ma tell me when the boys get here It's seven o'clock and I want to rock Want to get a belly full of beer My old man's drunker than a barrel full of monkeys And my old lady she don't care My sister looks cute in her braces and boots A handful of grease in her hair Don't give us none of your aggravation We had it with your discipline Saturday night's alright for fighting Get a little action in Get about as oiled as a diesel train Gonna set this dance alight `Cause Saturday night's the night I like Saturday night's alright alright alright Well they're packed pretty tight in here tonight I'm looking for a dolly who'll see me right I may use a little muscle to get what I need I may sink a little drink and shout out "She's with me!" A couple of the sound that I really like Are the sounds of a switchblade and a motorbike I'm a juvenile product of the working class Whose best friend floats in the bottom of a glass Don't give us none of your aggravation We had it with your discipline Saturday night's alright for fighting Get a little action in Get about as oiled as a diesel train Gonna set this dance alight `Cause Saturday night's the night I like Saturday night's alright alright alright Don't give us none of your aggravation We had it with your discipline Saturday night's alright for fighting Get a little action in Get about as oiled as a diesel train Gonna set this dance alight `Cause Saturday night's the night I like Saturday night's alright alright alright Saturday Saturday Saturday Saturday Saturday Saturday Saturday Saturday Saturday Night's alright Saturday Saturday Saturday Saturday Saturday Saturday Saturday Saturday Saturday Night's alright Saturday Saturday Saturday Saturday Saturday Saturday Saturday Saturday Saturday Night's alright |
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Hey kids, shake it loose together
The spotlight′s hitting something That′s been known to change the weather We′ll kill the fatted calf tonight So stick around You′re gonna hear electric music Solid walls of sound Say, Candy and Ronnie, have you seen them yet But they′re so spaced out, Bennie and the Jets Oh but they′re weird and they′re wonderful Oh Bennie she′s really keen She′s got electric boots a mohair suit You know I read it in a magazine Bennie and the Jets Hey kids, plug into the faithless Maybe they′re blinded But Bennie makes them ageless We shall survive, let us take ourselves along Where we fight our parents out in the streets To find who′s right and who′s wrong |
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I'm back on dry land once again
Opportunity awaits me like a rat in the drain We're all hunting honey with money to burn Just a short time to show you the tricks that we've learned If the boys all behave themselves here Well there's pretty young ladies and beer in the rear You won't need a gutter to sleep in tonight Oh the prices I charge here will see you alright So she lays down beside me again My sweet painted lady, the one with no name Many have used her and many still do There's a place in the world for a woman like you Oh sweet painted lady Seems it's always been the same Getting paid for being laid Guess that's the name of the game Forget us we'll have gone very soon Just forget we ever slept in your rooms And we'll leave the smell of the sea in your beds Where love's just a job and nothing is said So she lays down beside me again My sweet painted lady, the one with no name Many have used her and many still do There's a place in the world for a woman like you Oh sweet painted lady Seems it's always been the same Getting paid for being laid Guess that's the name of the game |
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Sometimes you dream, sometimes it seems
There's nothing there at all You just seem older than yesterday And you're waiting for tomorrow to call You draw to the curtain and one thing's for certain You're cozy in your little room The carpet's all paid for, God bless the TV Let's go shoot a hole in the moon And Roy Rogers is riding tonight Returning to our silver screens Comic book characters never grow old Evergreen heroes whose stories were told Oh the great sequin cowboy who sings of the plains Of roundups and rustlers and home on the range Turn on the T.V., shut out the lights Roy Rogers is riding tonight Nine o'clock mornings, five o'clock evenings I'd liven the pace if I could Oh I'd rather have a ham in my sandwich than cheese But complaining wouldn't do any good Lay back in my armchair, close eyes and think clear I can hear hoofbeats ahead Roy and Trigger have just hit the hilltop While the wife and the kids are in bed |
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Goodbye Norma Jean
Though I never knew you at all You had the grace to hold yourself While those around you crawled They crawled out of the woodwork And they whispered into your brain They set you on the treadmill And they made you change your name And it seems to me you lived your life Like a candle in the wind Never knowing who to cling to When the rain set in And I would have liked to have known you But I was just a kid Your candle burned out long before Your legend ever did Loneliness was tough The toughest role you ever played Hollywood created a superstar And pain was the price you paid Even when you died Oh the press still hounded you All the papers had to say Was that Marilyn was found in the nude Goodbye Norma Jean From the young man in the 22nd row Who sees you as something as more than sexual More than just our Marilyn Monroe |
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