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Radios of the world are tuning in tonight,
Are you on the dial, are you tuned in right? One of our D.J.'s is missing. Are you listening? Are you listening to me? Can you hear me? Can you hear me clearly? Around the dial. I've been around the dial so many times, But you're not there. Somebody tells me that you've been taken off the air. Well, you were my favorite D.J., Since I can't remember when. You always played the best records, You never followed any trend. F.M., A.M. where are you? You gotta be out there somewhere on the dial. On the dial. (Are you ready) We're going 'round the dial, (Are you listening) Around the dial, (Are you tuned in) Around the dial, (Are you searchin') Around the dial. F.M., A.M. where are you? You gotta be out there somewhere on the dial. On the dial. Where did you go Mr. D.J.? Did they take you off the air? Was it something that you said to the corporation guys upstairs? It wasn't the pressure, You never sounded down. It couldn't be the ratings, You had the best in town. Somehow I'm gonna find ya, track you down. Gonna keep on searchin', Around and around and 'round and 'round... (They're searchin') Around the dial, (They're listenin') Around the dial, (Poor station) The best in town, (Poor D.J.) Who never let us down. While the critics kept on knocking you, You just kept on rocking around the dial. Around the dial. I've been searchin' for you on my radio. This time your station really must have gone underground Somebody said you had a minor nervous breakdown. Was it something that you heard, Or something that you saw, That made you lose your mind, Did you lose control. Did you step out of line? If you're there, give us a sign. I can't believe that you've been taken off the air. Think I'll sell my radio now that you're not there. You never gave in to fashion, You never followed any trends, All the record bums tried to hack you up, But you were honest to the end. Gonna keep my radio on, 'Till I know just what went wrong. The answers out there somewhere on the dial. On the dial. Can you hear me (around the dial) Are you listenin' (around the dial) Are you out there (around the dial) Can you hear me? Around the dial. |
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Hey, hey, hey...
Give the people what they want Well, it's been said before, the world is a stage A different performance with every age. Open the history book to any old page Bring on the lions and open the cage. Give the people what they want You gotta give the people what they want The more they get, the more they need And every time they get harder and harder to please The Roman promoters really did things right. They needed a show that would clearly excite. The attendance was sparse so they put on a fight Threw the Christians to the lions, sold out every night Give the people what they want You gotta give the people what they want The more they get, the more they need And every time they get harder and harder to please Give 'em lots of sex, perversion and rape Give 'em lots of violence, and plenty to hate Give the people what they want Give the people what they want When Olswald shot Kennedy, he was insane But still we watch the re-runs again and again We all sit glued while the killer takes aim "Hey Mom, there goes a piece of the president's brain!" Give the people what they want You gotta give the people what they want Blow out your brains, and do it right Make sure it's prime time and on a Saturday night. You gotta give the people what they want You gotta give the people what they want Give the people what they want Give the people what they want Give the people what they want |
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The first time that I saw you, you were modestly waiting for a bus
Now you're driving around in hired limousines And you talk so upper class. The cost is high, but it's not the only price you ultimately pay Add it up, you might have got some money But you lost me on the way Add it up, oh Add it up, oh Add it up, oh Add it up, oh Ah, Gucci, Gucci, Gucci Cartier, Cartier Gucci, Gucci, Gucci Add it up, You multiplied and multiplied but what's it leading to? Add it up, The only thing subtracted is the love I had for you So add it up, oh Add it up, oh Add it up, oh Add it up, oh Symbols of perversion and insanity Symbols of social immorality Symbols of economic cruelty Symbolizing what you did to me Ah, Gucci, Gucci, Gucci Cartier, Cartier Gucci, Gucci, Gucci Cartier, Cartier Money can't cover up the fact you're getting older every day And you can't disguise your sad little eyes that give your loneliness away Add it up, oh Add it up, oh Add it up, oh (repeat) |
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Met a girl called Lola and I took her back to my place
Feelin guilty, feelin scared, hidden cameras everywhere Stop! Hold on. Stay in control Girl, I want you here with me But I'm really not as cool as I'd like to be 'Cause there's a red, under my bed And there's a little yellow man in my head And there's a true blue inside of me That keeps stoppin' me, touchin' ya, watchin' ya, lovin' ya Paranoia, the destroyer. Paranoia, the destroyer. Well I fell asleep, then I woke feelin' kinda queer Lola looked at me and said, ooh you look so weird. She said, man, there's really something wrong with you. One day you're gonna self-destruct. You're up, you're down, I can't work you out You get a good thing goin' then you blow yourself out. Silly boy, you self-destroyer Silly boy, you self-destroyer Silly boy, you got so much to live for So much to aim for, so much to try for You blowing it all with paranoia You're so insecure, you self-destroyer (And it goes like this, here it goes) Paranoia, the destroyer (Here it goes again) Paranoia, the destroyer Doctor, doctor, help me please, I know you'll understand There's a time device inside of me, I'm a self-destructin' man There's a red, under my bed And there's a little green man in my head And he said, you're not goin' crazy, you're just a bit sad 'Cause there's a man in ya, gnawin' ya, tearin' ya into two. Silly boy, you self-destroyer. Paranoia, the destroyer Self-destroyer, wreck your health Destroy your friends, destroy yourself The time device of self-destruction Light the fuse and start eruption (Yea, it goes like this, here it goes) Paranoia, the destroyer (Here's to paranoia) Paranoia, the destroyer (Hey hey, here it goes) Paranoia, the destroyer (And it goes like this) Paranoia, the destroyer (And it goes like this!) |
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There are many different people,
Livin' double lives. One for the office, And one that they take home to their wives. He sits in the armchair, watching channel 4, With his brains not expected home for an hour or more. He's still drifting to and fro, like a yo-yo. His wife is in the kitchen, fixin' her old man's tea She's thinking to herself, "He's not the man that married me, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah." They used to laugh together, now he's never at home. Now she's fighting back the tears, she can't even laugh alone. She's just sitting by the telephone, like a yo-yo. You needed me when you were crying, But now you're laughing I'm the last thing on your mind. First you love me, then you don't. I'm up and down, Like a yo-yo. Yo-yo. Ah, you thought you knew me pretty well, But with people like me you never can tell. You can only guess which way I'll go. You got me sussed, but you don't know, I'm a yo-yo. Just like a yo-yo on a string. I'm a yo-yo. Little child playing with a yo-yo. Yo-yo, yo-yo. Girl you had me dangling, like a yo-yo on a string, But with you at the controls I could accomplish anything, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah. You were just playing, I was a little boy, But when I grew into a man you just threw away your toy, Like a yo-yo. Yo-yo. You might be popular, but it won't last for long, So don't give up the day job, in case it all goes wrong. Look at your ego, watch it go, up and down, Like a yo-yo. Yo-yo. You needed me when you were crying, But now you're laughing I'm the last thing on your mind. First you love me, then you don't. I'm up and down, Like a yo-yo. Yo-yo. I'm a yo-yo (yo-yo). Like a yo-yo. |
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Just come back where I came from,
Looks the same as something's wrong. And all my friends that used to be, Have gone and turned their backs on me. Everyone's got different views, Now I'm all shook up and all confused. East is West, left is right, Up is down, and black is white, Inside-out, wrong is right, It's back to front and I'm all uptight. I've just come back from fantasy, Right back to reality. Stayed away too long but now I've found, My world is turning upside-down. I don't fit in but I don't stand out, I should stay cool but want to shout. East is West, left is right, Up is down, and black is white, Inside-out, wrong is right, It's back to front and I'm all uptight. No one knows where I come from, "Who are you and what do you want?" You've thrown away all that we had, It's down the drain, it's all gone mad. The word is out, I've seen the sign, So you go your way, I go mine. East is West, left is right, Up is down, and black is white, Inside-out, wrong is right, It's back to front and I'm all uptight. East is West, left is right, Up is down, and black is white, Inside-out, wrong is right, It's back to front and I'm all uptight (alright). It's back to front and I'm all uptight (alright, alright, alright, alright). Are you listening? (NO!) Well then, I'll have to do it all over again! |
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Sunday afternoon there's something special
It's just like another world. Jogging in the park is my excuse To look at all the little girls. I'm not a flasher in a rain coat, I'm not a dirty old man, I'm not gonna snatch you from your mother, I'm an art lover. Come to daddy, Ah, come to daddy, Come to daddy. Pretty little legs, I want to draw them, Like a Degas ballerina. Pure white skin, like porcelain, She's a work of art and I should know I'm an art lover. Come to daddy, And I'll give you some spangles. Little girl don't notice me Watching as she innocently plays. She can't see me staring at her Because I'm always wearing shades. She feeds the ducks, looks at the flowers. I follow her around for hours and hours. I'd take her home, but that could never be, She's just a substitute For what's been taken from me. Ah, come to daddy, come on. Sunday afternoon can't last forever, Wish I could take you home. So, come on, give us a smile Before you vanish out of view. I've learned to appreciate you The way art lovers do, And I only want to look at you. |
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Here's wishing you the bluest sky
And hoping something better comes tomorrow Hoping all the verses rhyme And the very best of choruses to Follow all the doubt and sadness I know that better things are on the way Here's hoping all the days ahead Won't be as bitter as the ones behind you Be an optimist instead And somehow happiness will find you Forget what happened yesterday I know that better things are on the way It's really good to see you rocking out and having fun Living like you just begun Accept your life and what it brings I hope tomorrow you'll find better things I know tomorrow you'll find better things Here's wishing you the bluest sky And hoping something better comes tomorrow Hoping all the verses rhyme And the very best of choruses to Follow all the doubt and sadness I know that better things are on the way I know you've got a lot of good things happening up ahead The past is gone, it's all been said So here's to what the future brings I know tomorrow you'll find better things I know tomorrow you'll find better things I hope tomorrow you'll find better things I know tomorrow you'll find better things I hope tomorrow you'll find better things |
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