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You went uptown riding in your limousine
In your fine Park Avenue clothes You had the Dom Perignon in your hand And the spoon up your nose And when you wake up in the morning With your head on fire And your eyes too bloody to see Go on and cry in your coffee But don't come bitchin' to me Because you had to be a big shot, didn't you You had to open up your mouth You had to be a big shot, didn't you All your friends were so knocked out You had to have the last word, last night You know what everything's about You and to have a white hot spotlight You had to be a big shot last night They were all impressed with your Halston dress And the people you knew at Elaine's And the story of your latest success Kept 'em so entertained But now you just can't remember All the things you said And you're not sure you want to know I'll give you one hint, honey You sure did put on a show Yes, yes, you had to be a big shot, didn't you You had to prove it to the crowd You had to be a big shot, didn't you All your friends were so knocked out You hand to the last word, last night You're so much fun to be around You had to have the front page, bold type You had to be a big shot last night Well, it's no big sin to stick your two cents in If you know when to leave it alone But you went over the line You couldn't see it was time to go home No, no, no, no, no, no, you had to be a big shot, didn't you You had to open up your mouth You had to be a big shot, didn't you All your friends were so knocked out You had to have the last word, last night So much fun to be around You had to have a white hot spotlight You had to be a big shot last night Oh... Big shot..... |
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Anthony works in the grocery store
Savin' his pennies for someday Mama Leone left a note on the door, She said, 'Sonny, move out to the country.' Workin' too hard can give you A heart attackackackackackack You oughta know by now Who needs a house out in Hackensack? Is that all you get for your money? And it seems such a waste of time If that's what it's all about Mama, If that's movin' up then I'm movin' out. Mmm, I'm movin' out. Ooh-hoo, uh-huh, mmmm Sergeant O'Leary is walkin' the beat At night he becomes a bartender He works at Mister Cacciatore's down On Sullivan Street Across from the medical center Yeah and he's tradin' in his Chevy for a Cadillacacacacacacacac You oughta know by now And if he can't drive With a broken back At least he can polish the fenders And It seems such a waste of time If that's what it's all about Mama, If that's movin' up then I'm movin' out. Mmm, I'm movin' out. Ooh-hoo, uh-huh, mmmm You should never argue with a crazy mi-mi-mi-mi-mi-mind You oughta know by now You can pay Uncle Sam with the overtime Is that all you get for your money? And if that's what you have in mind yeah if that's what you're all about Good luck movin' up 'cause I'm movin' out. Mmm, I'm movin' out. Ooh-hoo, uh-huh, mmmm I'm movin' out... |
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They say that these are not the best of times
But they're the only times I've ever known And I believe there is a time for meditation In cathedrals of our own Now, I have seen that sad surrender in my lover's eyes And I can only stand apart and sympathize For we are always what our situations hand us It's either sadness or euphoria So we'll argue and we'll compromise And realize that nothing's ever changed For all our mutual experience, Our separate conclusions are the same Now we are forced to recognize our inhumanity Our reason coexists with our insanity And though we choose between reality and madness It's either sadness or euphoria How thoughtlessly we dissipate our energies Perhaps we don't fulfill each others fantasies And as we stand upon the ledges of our lives, With our respective similarities It's either sadness of euphoria |
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| 6:52 |
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From a town known as Wheeling West Virginia
Rode a boy with a six-gun in his hand And his daring life of crime made him a legend in his time East and west of the Rio Grande Well he started with a bank in Colorado In the pocket of his vest a Colt he hid And his age and his size took the teller by surprise And the word spread of Billy the Kid Well he never traveled heavy, Yes he always rode alone, And he soon put many older guns to shame Well he never had a sweetheart And he never had a home But the cowboys and the ranchers knew his name Well he robbed his way from Utah to Oklahoma And the law just couldn′t seem to track him down And it served his legend well For the folks loved to tell ′Bout when Billy the Kid came to town One cold day a posse captured Billy And the judge said string him up for what he did And the cowboys and their kin Like the sea came pouring in to watch The hangin′ of Billy the Kid Well he never traveled heavy, Yes he always rode alone, And he soon put many older guns to shame Well he never had a sweetheart Tho′ he finally found a home Underneath the boothill grave that bears his name From a town known as Oysterbay, Long Island Rode a boy with a six-pack in his hand And his daring life of crime made him a legend in his time East and west of the Rio Grande |
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| 4:50 |
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All the waiters in your grand cafe
Leave their tables when you blink Every dog must have his everyday Every drunk must have his drink Don't wait for answers Just take your chances Don't ask me why All your life you had to stand in line Still you’re standing on your feet All you choices made you change your mind Now your calendar's complete Don't wait for answers Just take your chances Don't ask me why You can say the human heart Is only make-believe And I am only fighting fire with fire But you are still a victim Of the accidents you leave As sure as I'm a victim of desire All the servants in your new hotel Throw their roses at your feet Fool them all but baby I can tell You're no stranger to the street Don't ask for favors Don’t talk to strangers Don't ask me why Yesterday you were an only child Now your ghosts have gone away You can kill them in the classic style Now you, "parlez vous francais" Don't look for answers You took your chances Don't ask me why Don't ask me why |
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| 8:29 |
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Some folks like to get away,
take a holiday from the neighborhood Hope a flight to miami beach or hollywood But I'm taking a greyhound on the hudson river line I'm in a new york state of mind. I seen all the movie stars in their fancy cars and their limousines Been high in the rokies under the evergreens But i know what I'm needing and I don't wanna waste more time I'm in a new york state of mind It was so easy living day by day Out of touch with rhythm and the blues But now I need a little give and take The new york times and the daily news... It comes down to reality and it's fine with me cause I've let it slide I don't care if it's chinatown or riverside I don't have any reasons, I've left them all behind I'm in a new york state of mind |
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| 8. |
| 4:30 |
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Now we take our time, so nonchalant
And spend our nights so bon vivant We dress our days in silken robes The money comes The money goes We know it's all a passing phase We light our lamps for atmosphere And hang our hopes on chandeliers We're going wrong, we're gaining weight We're sleeping long and far too late And so it's time to change our ways But I've loved these days Now as we indulge in things refined We hide our hearts from harder times A string of pearls, a foreign car Oh we can only go so far On caviar and cabernet We drown our doubts in dry champagne And soothe our souls with fine cocaine I don't know why I even care We'll get so high and get nowhere We'll have to change our jaded ways But I've loved these days So before we end and then begin We'll drink a toast to how it's been A few more hours to be complete A few more nights on satin sheets A few more times that I can say I've loved these days |
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| 9. |
| 5:47 |
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Got a call from an old friend
We used to be real close Said he couldn't go on the American way Closed the shop, sold the house Bought a ticket to the West Coast Now he gives them a stand-up routine in L.A. I don't need you to worry for me cause I'm alright I don't want you to tell me it's time to come home I don't care what you say anymore, this is my life Go ahead with your own life, and leave me alone I never said you had to offer me a second chance I never said I was a victim of circumstance I still belong, don't get me wrong And you can speak your mind But not on my time They will tell you you can't sleep alone In a strange place Then they'll tell you you can't sleep With somebody else But sooner or later you sleep In your own space Either way it's okay You wake up with yourself |
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| 10. |
| 4:48 |
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Well we're living here in Allentown
And they're closing all the factories down Out in Bethlehem they're killing time Filling out forms Standing in line Well our fathers fought the Second World War Spent their weekends on the Jersey Shore Met our mothers in the USO Asked them to dance Danced with them slow And we're living here in Allentown But the restlessness was handed down And it's getting very hard to stay Well we're waiting here in Allentown For the Pennsylvania we never found For the promises our teachers gave If we worked hard If we behaved So the graduations hang on the wall But they never really helped us at all No they never taught us what was real Iron and coke And chromium steel And we're waiting here in Allentown But they've taken all the coal from the ground And the union people crawled away Every child had a pretty good shot To get at least as far as their old man got But something happened on the way to that place They threw an American flag in our face Well I'm living here in Allentown And it's hard to keep a good man down But I won't be getting up today And it's getting very hard to stay And we're living here in Allentown |
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| 11. |
| 5:23 |
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There's a place in the world for the angry young man
With his working class ties and his radical plans He refuses to bend he refuses to crawl And he's always at home with his back to the wall And he's proud of his scars and the battles he's lost And struggles and bleeds as he hangs on his cross And likes to be known as the angry young man Give a moment or two to the angry young man With his foot in his mouth and his heart in his hand He's been stabbed in the back he's been misunderstood It's a comfort to know his intentions are good And he sits in his room with a lock on the door With his maps and his medals laid out on the floor And he likes to be known as the angry young man I believe I've passed the age of consciousness and righteous rage I found that just surviving was a noble fight I once believed in causes too I had my pointless point of view And life went on no matter who was wrong or right And there's always a place for the angry young man With his fist in the air and his head in the sand And he's never been able to learn from mistakes So he can't understand why his heart always breaks And his honor is pure and his courage is well And he's fair and he's true and he's boring as hell And he'll go to the grave as an angry old man Yes there's always a place for the angry young man With his working class ties and his radical plans He refuses to bend he refuses to crawl And he's always at home with his back to the wall And he's proud of his scars and the battles he's lost And struggles and bleeds as he hangs on his cross And likes to be known as the angry young man |
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Come out Virginia, don't let me me wait
You Catholic girls start much too late But sooner or later it comes down to fate I might as well be the one They showed you a statue and told you to pray They built you a temple and locked you away But they never told you the price that you pay For things that you might have done... Only the good die young You might have heard I run with a dangerous crowd We ain't too pretty we ain't too proud We might be laughing a bit too loud But that never hurt no one Come on Virginia show me a sign Send up a signal I'll throw you the line The stained-glass curtain you're hiding behind Never lets in the sun And only the good die young You got a nice white dress and a party on your confirmation You got a brand new soul And a cross of gold But Virginia they didn't give you quite enough information You didn't count on me When you were counting on your rosary They say there's a heaven for those who will wait Some say it's better but I say it ain't I'd rather laugh with the sinners than cry with the saints Sinners are much more fun... And only the good die young You say your mother told you all that I could give you was a reputation She never cared for me But did she ever say a prayer for me? |
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Call me a joker, call me a fool
Right at this moment I'm totally cool Clear as a crystal, sharp as a knife I feel like I'm in the prime of my life Sometimes it feels like I'm going too fast I don't know how long this feeling will last Maybe it's only tonight *Darling I don't know why I go to extremes Too high or too low there ain't no in-betweens And if I stand or I fall It's all or nothing at all Darling I don't know why I go to extremes Sometimes I'm tired, sometimes I'm shot Sometimes I don't know how much more I've got Maybe I'm headed over the hill Maybe I've set myself up for the kill Tell me how much do you think you can take Until the heart in you is starting to break? Sometimes it feels like it will Darling I don't know why I go to extremes Too high or too low there ain't no in-betweens You can be sure when I'm gone I won't be out there too long Darling I don't know why I go to extremes Out of the darkness, into the light Leaving the scene of the crime Either I'm wrong or I'm perfectly right every time Sometimes I lie awake, night after night Coming apart at the seams Eager to please, ready to fight Why do I go to extremes? * repeat No I don't know why I go to extremes Too high or too low there ain't no in-betweens You can be sure when I'm gone I won't be out there too long Darling I don't know why I go to extremes |
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We met as soul mates
On Parris Island We left as inmates From an asylum And we were sharp As sharp as knives And we were so gung ho To lay down our lives We came in spastic Like tameless horses We left in plastic As numbered corpses And we learned fast To travel light Our arms were heavy But our bellies were tight We had no home front We had no soft soap They sent us Playboy They gave us Bob Hope We dug in deep And shot on sight And prayed to Jesus Christ With all of our might We had no cameras To shoot the landscape We passed the hash pipe And played our Doors tapes And it was dark So dark at night And we held on to each other Like brother to brother We promised our mothers we'd write And we would all go down together We said we'd all go down together Yes we would all go down together Remember Charlie Remember Baker They left their childhood On every acre And who was wrong? And who was right? It didn't matter in the thick of the fight We held the day In the palm Of our hand They ruled the night And the night Seemed to last as long as six weeks On Parris Island We held the coastline They held the highlands And they were sharp As sharp as knives They heard the hum of our motors They counted the rotors And waited for us to arrive And we would all go down together We said we'd all go down together Yes we would all go down together |
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'49 Harry Truman, Doris Day, Red China, Johnnie Ray
South Pacific, Walter Winchell, Joe DiMaggio '50 Joe McCarthy, Richard Nixon, Studebaker, television North Korea, South Korea, Marilyn Monroe '51 Rosenbergs, H-bomb, Sugar Ray, Panmunjom Brando, "The King and I" and "The Catcher in the Rye" '52 Eisenhower, vaccine, England's got a new Queen Marciano, Liberace, Santayana goodbye *We didn't start the fire It was always burning Since the world's been turning We didn't start the fire No we didn't light it But we tried to fight it '53 Joseph Stalin, Malenkov, Nasser and Prokofiev Rockefeller, Campanella, Communist Bloc '54 Roy Cohn, Juan Peron, Toscanini, dacron Dien Bien Phu falls, "Rock Around the Clock" '55 Einstein, James Dean, Brooklyn's got a winning team Davy Crockett, Peter Pan, Elvis Presley, Disneyland '56 Bardot, Budapest, Alabama, Krushchev Princess Grace, "Peyton Place", trouble in the Suez *Repeat '57 Little Rock, Pasternak, Mickey Mantle, Kerouac Sputnik, Chou En-Lai, "Bridge on the River Kwai" '58 Lebanon, Charles de Gaulle, California baseball Starkweather, homicide, Children of Thalidomide '59 Buddy Holly, "Ben Hur", space monkey, Mafia Hula hoops, Castro, Edsel is a no-go '60 U-2, Syngman Rhee, payola and Kennedy Chubby Checker, "Psycho", Belgians in the Congo *Repeat '61 Hemingway, Eichmann, "Stranger in a Strange Land" Dylan, Berlin, Bay of Pigs invasion '62 "Lawrence of Arabia", British Beatlemania Ole Miss, John Glenn, Liston beats Patterson '63 Pope Paul, Malcolm X, British politician sex JFK, blown away, what else do I have to say *Repeat '64 - '89 Birth control, Ho Chi Minh, Richard Nixon back again Moonshot, Woodstock, Watergate, punk rock Begin, Reagan, Palestine, terror on the airline Ayatollah's in Iran, Russians in Afghanistan "Wheel of Fortune", Sally Ride, heavy metal, suicide Foreign debts, homeless vets, AIDS, crack, Bernie Goetz Hypodermics on the shores, China's under martial law Rock and Roller Cola Wars, I can't take it anymore *Repeat We didn't start the fire But when we are gone Will it still burn on, and on, and on, and on... |
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| 5:29 |
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Why can't I lay low
Why can't I say what I mean Why don't I stay home And get myself into some boring routine Why can't I calm down Why is it always a fight I can't get unwound Why do I throw myself into the night I'm on the outside I don't fit into the groove Now I ain't a bad guy So tell me what am I trying to prove Why can't I cool out Why don't I button my lip Why do I lash out Why is it I always shoot from the hip I cruise for Houston to Canal Street A misfit and a rebel I see the winos talking to themselves And I can understand Why is it everytime I go out I always seem to get in trouble I guess I made an impression on somebody North of Hester and south of Grand And so in my small way I'm a big man on Mulberry Street I don't mean all day Only at night when I'm light on my feet What else have I got That I'd be trying to hide Maybe a blind spot I haven't seen from the sensitive side But you know in my own heart I'm a big man on Mulberry Street I play the whole part I leave a big tip with every receipt I'm so romantic I'm such a passionate man Sometimes I panic What if nobody finds out who I am |
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In the beginning
There was the cold and the night Prophets and angels gave us the fire and the light Man was triumphant Armed with the faith and the will Even the darkest ages couldn't kill Too many kingdoms Too many flags on the field So many battles, so many wounds to be healed Time is relentless Only true love perseveres It's been a long time and now I'm with you After two thousand years This is our moment Here at the crossroads of time We hope our children carry our dreams down the line They are the vintage What kind of life will they live? Is this a curse or a blessing that we give? Sometimes I wonder Why are we so blind to fate? Without compassion, there can be no end to hate No end to sorrow Caused by the same endless fears Why can't we learn from all we've been through After two thousand years? There will be miracles After the last war is won Science and poetry rule in the new world to come Prophets and angels Gave us the power to see What an amazing future there will be And in the evening After the fire and the light One thing is certain Nothing can hold back the night Time is relentless And as the past disappears We're on the verge of all things new We are two thousand years |
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Should auld acquaintance be forgot,
And never brought to mind? Should auld acquaintance be forgot, And days of auld lang syne? And days of auld lang syne, my dear, And days of auld lang syne. Should auld acquaintance be forgot, And days of auld lang syne? We twa hae run aboot the braes And pu′d the gowans fine. We′ve wandered mony a weary foot, Sin′ auld lang syne. Sin′ auld lang syne, my dear, Sin′ auld lang syne, We′ve wandered mony a weary foot, Sin′ auld ang syne. We twa hae sported i′ the burn, From morning sun till dine, But seas between us braid hae roared Sin′ auld lang syne. Sin′ auld lang syne, my dear, Sin′ auld lang syne. But seas between us braid hae roared Sin′ auld lang syne. And ther′s a hand, my trusty friend, And gie′s a hand o′ thine; We′ll tak′ a cup o′ kindness yet, For auld lang syne. For auld lang syne, my dear, For auld lang syne, We′ll tak′ a cup o′ kindness yet, For auld lang syne. |
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| 5:54 |
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in the middel of the night
i go walking in my sleep from the mountains of faith to a river so deep i must be looking for something something sacred i lost but the river is wide and it's too hard to cross and even thought i know the river is wide i walk down evert evening and i stand on the shore and try to cross to the opposite side so i can finallt find out what i've been looking for in the middke of the night i go walking in my sleep throght the valley of fear to a river so deep and i've been searching for somethin taken out of my soul something i would never lose something somebody stole i don't know why i go walking at night but now i'm tired and i don't want to walk anymore i hope it dosen't take the rest of my life until i find what it is that i've been looking gor in the middle of the night i go walkin in my sleep throught the jungle of doubt to a river so deep i know i'm searching for something something si undefinded that it can only be seen by the eyes of blind in the middle of the night i'mnot sure about a life after this God knows i've never veen a spiritual man baptized by the fire, i wade into the river that runs ti the promised land in the middle of the night i go walking in my sleep though the desert if truth to the river so deep we all end in the ocean we all start in the streams we're all carried along by the river of dreams in the middle of the night |
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| 8:05 |
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A bottle of white, a bottle of red
Perhaps a bottle of rose instead We'll get a table near the street In our old familiar place You and I-face to face A bottle of red, a bottle of white It all depends on your appetite I'll meet you any time you want In our Italian Restaurant. Things are okay with me these days Got a good job, got a good office Got a new wife, got a new life And the family's fine We lost touch long ago You lost weight I did not know You could ever look so good after So much time. I remember those days hanging out At the village green Engineer boots, leather jackets And tight blue jeans Drop a dime in the box play the Song about New Orleans Cold beer, hot lights My sweet romantic teenage nights Brenda and Eddie were the Popular steadies And the king and the queen Of the prom Riding around with the car top Down and the radio on Nobody looked any finer Or was more of a hit at the Parkway Diner We never knew we could want more Than that out of life Surely Brenda and Eddie would Always know how to survive. Brenda and Eddy were still going Steaday in the summer of '75 when they decided the marriage would Be at the end of July Everyone said they were crazy "Brenda you know you're much too lazy Eddie could never afford to live that Kind of life." But there we were wavin' Brenda and Eddie goodbye. They got an apartment with deep Pile carpet And a couple of paintings from Sears A big waterbed that they bought With the bread They had saved for a couple Of years They started to fight when the Money got tight And they just didn't count on The tears. They lived for a while in a Very nice style But it's always the same in the end They got a divorce as a matter Of course And they parted the closest Of friends Then the king and the queen went Back to the green But you can never go back There again. Brenda and Eddie had had it Already by the summer of '75 Fromhe high to the low to The end of the show For the rest of their lives They couldn't go back to The greasers The best they could do was Pick up the pieces We always knew they would both Find a way to get by That's all I heard about Brenda nd Eddie Can't tell you more than I Told you already And here we are wavin' Brenda And Eddie goodbye. A bottle of red, aa bottle of white Whatever kind of mood you're in tonight I'll meet you anytime you want In our Italian Restaurant. |
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| 3:17 |
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Dance To The Music
Dance To The Music All we need is a drummer for people who only need a beat. Yeah I′m gonna add a little guitar and make it easy to move your feet I′m gonna add some bottom so that the dancers will twist all night You might like to hear my organ I said my kind of bag now. If I could hear the horns blow sitting here on the ground listen to me Dance To The Music Dance To The Music |
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| 10. |
| 3:18 |
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I met a gin soaked barroom queen in Memphis
She tried to take me upstairs for a ride (yeah) She had to heave me right across her shoulder Cause I just can′t seem to drink you off my mind (no) It′s the Honky Tonk Women (yeah) Give me, give me, give me the honky tonk blues Strollin′ on the boulevards of Paris As naked as the day that I will die The sailors they′re so charming there in Paris But they just don′t seem to sail you off my mind (yeah) It′s the Honky Tonk women Give me, give me, give me the honky tonk blues (yeah) It′s the Honky Tonk women, yeah And give me, give me, give me the honky tonk blues (my my) It′s the Honky Tonk women, yeah And give me, give me, give me the honky tonk blues |
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| 4:08 |
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What's the matter with the clothes I'm wearing
Can't you tell that your tie's too wide Maybe I should buy some old tab collars Welcome back to the age of jive Where have you been hidin' out lately, honey You can't dress trashy till you spend a lot of money Everybody's talkin' 'bout the new sound Funny, but it's still rock and roll to me What's the matter with the car I'm driving Can't you tell that it's out of style Should I get a set of while wall tires Are you gonna cruise the miracle mile Nowadays you can't be too sentimental Your best bet's a true baby blue Continental Hot funk, cool punk, even if it's old junk It's still rock and roll to me Oh, it doesn't matter what they say in the papers Cause it's always been the same old scene. There's a new band in town But you can't get the sound from a story in a magazine Aimed at your average teen How about a pair of pink sidewinders And a bright orange pair of pants You could really be a Beau Brummel baby If you just give it half a chance. Don't waste your money on a new set of speakers, You get more mileage from a cheap pair of sneakers Next phase, new wave, dance craze, anyways It's still rock and roll to me What's the matter with the crowd I'm seeing Don't you know that they're out of touch Should I try to be a straight `A' student If you are then you think too much Don't you know about the new fashion honey All you need are looks and a whole lotta money It's the next phase, new wave, dance craze, anyways It's still rock and roll to me Everybody's talkin' 'bout the new sound Funny, but it's still rock and roll to me- |
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Friday night I crashed your party
Saturday I said I'm sorry Sunday came and trashed me out again I was only having fun Wasn't hurting anyone And we all enjoyed the weekend for a change I've been stranded in the combat zone I walked through Bedford Stuy alone Even rode my motorcycle in the rain And you told me not to drive But I made it home alive So you said that only proves that I'm insane You may be right I may be crazy But it just may be a lunatic you're looking for Turn out the light Don't try to save me You may be wrong for all I know But you may be right Remember how I found you there Alone in your electric chair I told you dirty jokes until you smiled You were lonely for a man I said take me as I am 'Cause you might enjoy some madness for awhile Now think of all the years you tried to Find someone to satisfy you I might be as crazy as you say If I'm crazy then it's true That it's all because of you And you wouldn't want me any other way You may be right I may be crazy But it just may be a lunatic you're looking for It's too late to fight It's too late to change me You may be wrong for all I know But you may be right You may be right I may be crazy But it just may be a lunatic you're looking for Turn out the light Don't try to save me You may be wrong for all I know But you may be right You may be wrong but you may be right You may be wrong but you may be right |
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| 4:49 |
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Didn't I say
I wasn't ready for a romance Didn't we promise We would only be friends And so we danced Though it was only a slow dance I started breaking my promises Right there and then Didn't I swear There would be no complications Didn't you want Someone who's seen it all before Now that you're here It's not the same situation Suddenly I don't remember the rules anymore This night is mine It's only you and I Tomorrow Is a long time away This night can last forever I've been around Someone like me should know better Falling in love Would be the worst thing I could do Didn't I say I needed time to forget her Aren't you running from someone Who's not over you How many nights Have I been lonely without you I tell myself How much I really don't care How many nights Have I been thinking about you Wanting to hold you But knowing you would not be there This night You're mine It's only you and I I'll tell you To forget yesterday This night we are together This night Is mine It's only you and I Tomorrow Is such a long time away This night can last forever Tomorrow Is such a long time away This night can last forever |
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