When your name is Evil, that is good or so you think, but you're so very wrong. It's evil! But being wrong is right, so then you're good again, wich is the evilest thing of all...
Do you find his sudden ways, invite you? does he excite you? If his contradictions should atract you, should he distract you?
Heaven help you then... You're finished, it's the end... There'll be no retrieval... From the evil...
The evil, he will do. He's evil, he's Doctor Evil. His name is Evil.
I lost my lucky ball and chain And now she's four years gone Just five feet tall and sick of me And all my rattling on She threw away her baby-doll I held on to my pride But I was younng and foolish then I feel old and foolish now
Confidentially She never called me baby-doll Confidentially I never had much pride But now I rock a bar stool and I drink for two Just pondering this time bomb in my mind
CHORUS She walked away from a happy man I thought I was so cool I just stood there whistling "There goes the bride" As she walked out the door
I could shake my tiny fist And swear I wasn't wrong But what's the sense in arguing When you're all alone? Sure as you can't steer a train You can't change your fate When she told me of that day I knew I'd lost my home
Confidentially I never told you of her charms Confidentially We never had a home But this railroad apartment Was the perfect place When she'd sit and hold me in her arms
I lost my lucky ball and chain And now she's four years gone Just five feet tall and sick of me And all my rattling on
Istanbul was Constantinople Now it's Istanbul, not Constantinople Been a long time gone, Constantinople Now it's Turkish delight on a moonlit night
Every gal in Constantinople Lives in Istanbul, not Constantinople So if you've a date in Constantinople She'll be waiting in Istanbul
Even old New York was once New Amsterdam Why they changed it I can't say People just liked it better that way
So take me back to Constantinople No, you can't go back to Constantinople Been a long time gone, Constantinople Why did Constantinople get the works? That's nobody's business but the Turks
Istanbul, Istanbul Istanbul, Istanbul
Even old New York was once New Amsterdam Why they changed it I can't say People just liked it better that way
Istanbul was Constantinople Now it's Istanbul, not Constantinople Been a long time gone, Constantinople Why did Constantinople get the works? That's nobody's business but the Turks
So take me back to Constantinople No, you can't go back to Constantinople Been a long time gone, Constantinople Why did Constantinople get the works? That's nobody's business but the Turks
The sun is a mass of incandescent gas A gigantic nuclear furnace Where hydrogen is built into helium At a temperature of millions of degrees
Yo ho, it's hot, the sun is not A place where we could live But here on Earth there'd be no life Without the light it gives
We need its light We need its heat We need its energy Without the sun, without a doubt There'd be no you and me
The sun is a mass of incandescent gas A gigantic nuclear furnace Where hydrogen is built into helium At a temperature of millions of degrees
The sun is hot
It is so hot that everything on it is a gas: iron, copper, aluminum, and many others.
The sun is large
If the sun were hollow, a million Earths could fit inside. And yet, the sun is only a middle-sized star.
The sun is far away
About 93 million miles away, and that's why it looks so small.
And even when it's out of sight The sun shines night and day
The sun gives heat The sun gives light The sunlight that we see The sunlight comes from our own sun's Atomic energy
Scientists have found that the sun is a huge atom-smashing machine. The heat and light of the sun come from the nuclear reactions of hydrogen, carbon, nitrogen, and helium.*
The sun is a mass of incandescent gas A gigantic nuclear furnace Where hydrogen is built into helium At a temperature of millions of degrees
Notes
*Live versions of this song are improvised extensively. Some variants on this section:
Scientists have found that the sun is a huge atom-smashing machine. The heat and light of the sun are caused by the nuclear reaction between hydrogen, nitrogen, carbon, and helium.
Scientists have found that the sun is a huge atom-smashing machine. The heat and light from the sun come from the nuclear reaction between oxygen, hydrogen, helium, and hydrogen.
You know, Frank, scientists have found that the sun is a huge atom-smashing machine. The heat and light from the sun are caused by the nuclear reaction between hydrogen and you, Frank O'Toole.
Scientists have found that the sun is a huge atom-smashing machine. The heat and light from the sun come from the nuclear reaction between hydrogen, nitrogen, helium, carbon, boron, chloron, fluoron, moron, and estrogen
Welcome to the jungle, Jim Welcome to the jungle, Jim Welcome to it, Jim Welcome to the jungle, Anne Welcome to the jungle, Dan Welcome to it, John Think you're gonna like I think you're gonna like it Once you've given the jungle a chance Think you're gonna like it Once you've given it a chance In the Jungle Now you will be with me Put your hand in my hand Lift up the rock and see all the things That share the jungle with us Welcome to the Welcome to the TREES!...TREES! Push me in the face again Push me in the face again Push me in the face Didn't really like I didn't really like The last time when you pushed me in the face Didn't really like the last time when you pushed my face In the Jungle Now you will be with me Put your hand in my hand Lift up the rock and see all the things That live in the jungle with us Put your hand near the bug We are so much like them See how the bug reacts to your hand In the same way as I do
I see you from my spy plane, baby I see you walking on the ground I see you through my spy glasses, baby I can see right through the ground
If you want to be a spy then you must really see And you must really see if you want to be a spy like me
I might gaze on a submarine I see your face smiling at me Even when I close my eyes your silhouette is smiling at me But you will never understand me because I have a special job I wish I could break the spy glass Set it free So we could be...
I saw the best minds of my generation Destroyed by madness, starving, hysterical
I should be allowed to glue my poster I should be allowed to think I should be allowed to glue my poster I should be allowed to think I should be allowed to think I should be allowed to think
And I should be allowed to blurt the merest idea If by random whim, one occurs to me If necessary, leave paper stains on the grey utility pole I saw the worst bands of my generation Applied by magic marker to dry wall
I should be allowed to shoot my mouth off I should have a call in show I am not allowed To ever come up with a single original thought I am not allowed To meet the criminal government agent who oppresses me I was the best hope of my generation Destroyed my madness, starving, hysterical
I should be allowed to share my feelings I should be allowed to feel I should be allowed to glue my poster I should be allowed to think I should be allowed to think I should be allowed to think
And I should be allowed to blurt the merest idea If by random whim one occurs to me But sadly, this can never be I am not allowed to think
When I walk down the street, most guys look like elves I don't mean to put them down but they do It's hard to understand me from the laguage that I use There's n oword in English for my style
CHORUS What's a man like me supposed to do with all this extra savoir-faire? What is left for me to prove, dear?
I know just what to do when the ladies come 'round You can try to copy me but you'll fall Now, you might think you're different but time will prove me right When you wake up from your dream I'll be gone
