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Ever since I was a child,
I loved to wander wild Through the bright city lights, And find myself a life I could call my own. It was always my ambition To see Piccadilly, Ramble and roam around Soho And Pimlico and Savile Row, And walk down the Abbey Road. So I saved all my money And packed up my clothes, And I said good-bye to my friends And my folks back home. And I left for a life of my own. I left for a life on the road. I'm a real hungry tyke, And I know what I like. And I know where I'm goin': To those bright city lights. Oh yeah, oh yeah, This time I'm gonna get there. I'm bound for a life on the road. Give me life on the road. I said life on the road. When I arrived in Euston, I was little more than a child. And I didn't know then That the dives and the dens Would be so vulgar and wicked and wild. Mama always told me The city ladies were bawdy and bold. And so I searched night and day To catch a kissable lady, But all that I caught was a cold, 'Cause those stuck-up city ladies Didn't notice me walk by. Now I've got holes in my shoes 'Cause I've been walkin' the streets all night. And I'm livin' the life that I chose. Livin' my life on the road. I said life on the road. I want life on the road. Life on the road. I was standing with the punks in Praed Street, When a muscle man came my way. He said, "Hey, are you gay? Can you come out and play?" And like a fool, I went and said, "O.K." Ever since I was knee high, I thought the city was paved with gold. But I've seen so many losers And down and out boozers Who were tired of bein' bought and sold. City women are a tease, But I'd really love to please. Now I've got blood shot eyes 'Cause I've been walkin' the streets all night. And it sure knocks you out on the road. And I'm livin' my life on the road. I said life on the road. Life on the road. I want life on the road. One of these days, I wanna go home, Visit my friends, And see all the places that I used to know, And say good-bye to a world that's too real; Good-bye to a world that's forgotten how to feel. And it's slowly usin' me, And there's no security. Sometimes I hate the road, But it's the only life I know. But I'm livin' the life that I chose, So I'll live out my life on the road. Give me life on the road. I said life on the road. (repeat) |
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The world's goin' crazy and
Nobody gives a damn anymore. And they're breakin' off relationships and Leavin' on sailin' ships for far and distant shores. For them it's all over, But I'm gonna stay. I wouldn't leave anyway. I know that someday we'll find a way. We'll be O.K. 'Cause I'm your brother, Though I don't even know your name. I've discovered that, Deep down inside, you feel the same. Our friends are leavin'. Now they seem so far away. But we shouldn't feel afraid. There's so much that we can say. You're my brother, Though I didn't know you yesterday. I'm your brother. Together we can find a way. The world's goin' crazy and Nobody gives a damn anymore. And they're breakin' off relationships and Leavin' on sailin' ships for far and distant shores. The old world's fadin'. Now it seems so far away. Well, I'm not goin' anywhere. There's so much that we can share. I'm your brother. The world's goin' crazy and Nobody gives a damn anymore. And they're breakin' off relationships and Leavin' on sailin' ships for far and distant shores. You're my brother, Though I didn't know you yesterday. I'm your brother. Together we can find a way |
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There's a lady plays her fav'rite records
On the jukebox ev'ry day. All day long she plays the same old songs, And she believes the things that they say. Other ladies like to prance around And flirt and dance the whole night through, But she just sits and listens to here juke box records, 'Cause that's all that she wants to do. She sings along with all the saddest songs, And she believes the stories are real. She let's the music dictate the way that she feels. It's only juke box music, Only juke box music. It's only music, Only juke box music, Only juke box music. Seems to me she's in a fantasy. She's livin' in a world of her own. And we all agree that she's a mystery, Because she'd rather be all alone. Ev'ry guy will do his best to try To put that music out of her head. Forget all the songs, And just dance to the music instead. It's only juke box music, Only juke box music. It's only music, Only juke box music, Only juke box music. It's all because of that music That we're slowly driftin' apart. But it's only there to dance to, So you shouldn't take it to heart. Music, only juke box music. Only music, only juke box music. (repeat) |
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Oh, there's a rude little lady
Livin' next to me Oh, she sure loves someone But it ain't me Ev'ry night at twelve o'clock They start to rock with all they got They keep it up all night It just ain't right They okay by me, I'm not He and she, they all right Once they start, they never stop Through this sleepless night Once I was her lover It was so good to be Now she's got somebody else and I can't sleep Ooh, nothin' hurts people more than other people do But what can you do? Meanwhile, upstairs, they o.k Ev'rythin' is all right I wish that I could find a way Through this sleepless night Ooh, this sleepless night Ooh, this sleepless night Ooh, that wicked lady She's got a hold on me Ooh, she doesn't want me But she won't let me be They play that music ev'ry night It rocks my bed; it shakes my light They ball with all their might It just ain't right Ooh, this sleepless night Ooh, this sleepless night |
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Oh, oh darlin',
Little darlin', Did you ever see such a stormy sky? It's never been like this before. All the people, They're runnin'. Ev'rybody's try'n' to hide, To get away from that stormy sky. Perhaps it's a sign Of what we're headed for. We're under a stormy sky, Watchin' the clouds roll by. But won't you let me keep you warm, And leave the storm outside? It's only a stormy sky. I feel it. Do you feel it? Can you feel it? Feels like we're in for a stormy night, But I can't see a cloud in sight. I see it. Do you see it? Can't you see it, See that warning in that stormy sky. But perhaps its gonna pass us by, So don't you cry. There's nowhere we can hide. But if you hold me tight, I know that we'll be all right. Tomorrow we'll laugh about it; Greet the mornin' light. It's only a stormy sky. We're under a stormy sky, Watchin' the clouds roll by. But there'll be another dawn To clear the storm away, And we will be all right. |
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Haven't you noticed a kind of madness in my eyes?
It's only me, dear, in my midnight disguise. Pay no attention if I crawl across the room. It's just another full moon. Don't be afraid of me when I'm walking in my sleep. Don't get alarmed, dear, when I start to crawl and creep. Try not to listen when I mumble like a loon. It's just another full moon. It's just another full moon. You see before you a truly broken man. 'Cause when it gets to midnight, I don't know who I am. Full moon's a-callin', and it's put a curse on me, And it will never set me free. The full moon's still up there, Like a great white balloon. The owls are a-callin', And they're singin' my tune. The night keeps a-callin'. I wish the day would come soon, To get away from another full moon. Here comes another full moon. If your hands start shakin' When night starts to fall, If you're scared of the moonlight And the shadows on the wall, If the face in the mirror Isn't you at all, It's just another full moon. It's just another full moon. La la la la la la. La la la la la la. La la la la la la. La la la la la la. It's just another full moon. |
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A friend of mine just had a real bad time.
You see, his life was shattered and he lost his mind. His girl ran off along with his best friend, And through emotional stress he brought his life to an end. It was such a tragedy, But that's the way it's got to be. Life goes on. Life goes on. It happens ev'ry day. So appreciate what you got Before it's taken away. Life will hit you When you're unprepared, So be grateful and take all That you can while you're there. Get that frown off your head, 'Cause you're a long time dead. Life goes on and on and on. Life goes on and on and on. No use runnin' 'round lookin' scared, Life could get you when you're unaware. One day it's gonna come, so you better accept it. Life will hit you when you least expect it. And one day when you are gone, You know that life will still go on. But no one'll care if you've been good, bad, right or wrong. Life will still go on. My bank went broke and my well ran dry. It was almost enough to contemplate suicide. I turned on the gas, but I soon realized I hadn't settled my bill so they cut off my supply. No matter how I try, it seems I'm too young to die. Life goes on and on and on. Life goes on and on and on. Tornado, cyclone and hurricane Can batter the houses with the thunder and rain. Blizzards can blow; the waves hit the shore, But the people recover and come back for more. Somehow the people fight back, even the future looks black. Life goes on and on and on. Life goes on and on and on. |
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A well known groover, rock 'n' roll user,
Wanted to be a star. But he failed the blues, and he's back to loser, Playing folk in a country bar. Reggae music didn't seem to satisfy his needs. He couldn't handle modern jazz, 'Cause they play it in difficult keys. But now he's found a music he can call his own, Some people call it junk, but he don't care, He's found a home. He's the prince of the punks and he's finally made it, Thinks he looks cool but his act is dated. He acts working class but it's all bologna, He's really middle class and he's just a phony. He acts tough but it's just a front, He's the prince of the punks. He's the prince of the punks and he's finally made it, Thinks he looks cool but his act is dated. He tried to be gay, but it didn't pay, So he bought a motorbike instead. He failed at funk, so he became a punk, 'Cause he thought he'd make a little more bread. He's been through all of the changes, From rock opera to Mantovani. Now he wears a swastika band And leather boots up past his knees. He's much too old for twenty-eight, But he thinks he's seventeen, He thinks he's a stud, But I think he looks more like a queen. He's the prince of the punks and he's finally made it, Thinks he looks cool but his act is dated. He talks like a Cockney but it's all bologna, He's really middle class and he's just a phony. He acts tough but it's just a front. He's the prince of the punks and he's finally made it, Thinks he looks cool but his act is dated. He acts working class but it's all bologna, He's really middle class and he's just a phony. He acts tough but it's just a front, He's the prince of the punks and he's finally made it, Thinks he looks cool but his act is dated. He acts working class but it's all bologna, He's really middle class and he's just a phony. He acts tough but it's just a front, He's the prince of the punks. |
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The poseur's in town
The poseur's around Hey, it don't bother me, But there's a guy eyein' you He's watched you all night and he's looked you all over He got his eye on you But don't act like you're surprised Because that smooth-looking guy's undressing you with his eyes Look at him look you over He thinks he can win you over He'll flirt for a while, make passes and smile at you But he'll never come over 'cause he's just a poseur Who thinks he's a cassonova That dude standing over there He thinks he really looks cool The ladies think he looks smooth But he's rehearsed every move He stands in front of the mirror all day Now he's on display and he's so well routined We've all come here to dance but he's just here to be seen Look at him bossa nova Look at him move and sway But he's been practicing days to make his hair fall a certain way But he'll never come over 'cause he's just a poseur Who thinks he's a casanova Look at him bossa nova, yeah The poseur's in town Yeah |
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You stay at home,
All on your own with nothing but walls to speak to. You never go anywhere, You say you've nothing to wear, So you keep all your troubles inside of you. There's something hidden in you, And you keep it out of view. You shouldn't feel any guilt, Or have any doubts, You gotta let yourself out whilst there's something left of you Hey baby blue, Don't hide your troubles inside. I'd sure like to knoe you, And there's so much to show you on the outside. Somehow I know that we are goona get by, So stop acting like a ladfy come and cry like a baby on the outside Outside I know that the weather is fine, Outside I know we're gonna be alright. Somehow I know that we are goonna survive. So stop acting like a lady come and cry like a baby on the outside On the outside You think you're a freak, And you're afraid to compete, In a world that you thinks got it down on you, You're a closet queen, You think it's obscene, To let the people see what's deep inside of you. I know what you're going through, But what you are is nothing new, So don't feel ashamed 'cos you're not to blame, Role up the blinds and let the sun come shining through. Hey baby blue Don't hide your troubles inside, You should be glad in the gay, Nobody cares anyway on the outside. Somehow I know that we are gonna get by, So stop acting like a lady come and cry like a baby on the outside. Outside I know that the weather is fine Outside I know it's gonna be alright. Somehow I know that we are gonna get by, So stop acting like a lady come and cry like baby on the outside. On the outside On the outside |
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You stay at home,
All on your own with nothing but walls to speak to. You never go anywhere, You say you've nothing to wear, So you keep all your troubles inside of you. There's something hidden in you, And you keep it out of view. You shouldn't feel any guilt, Or have any doubts, You gotta let yourself out whilst there's something left of you Hey baby blue, Don't hide your troubles inside. I'd sure like to knoe you, And there's so much to show you on the outside. Somehow I know that we are goona get by, So stop acting like a ladfy come and cry like a baby on the outside Outside I know that the weather is fine, Outside I know we're gonna be alright. Somehow I know that we are goonna survive. So stop acting like a lady come and cry like a baby on the outside On the outside You think you're a freak, And you're afraid to compete, In a world that you thinks got it down on you, You're a closet queen, You think it's obscene, To let the people see what's deep inside of you. I know what you're going through, But what you are is nothing new, So don't feel ashamed 'cos you're not to blame, Role up the blinds and let the sun come shining through. Hey baby blue Don't hide your troubles inside, You should be glad in the gay, Nobody cares anyway on the outside. Somehow I know that we are gonna get by, So stop acting like a lady come and cry like a baby on the outside. Outside I know that the weather is fine Outside I know it's gonna be alright. Somehow I know that we are gonna get by, So stop acting like a lady come and cry like baby on the outside. On the outside On the outside |
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