Give me all your paper ma Gimme all your jazz Give me something that I need Something I can have Mrs. London's coming round She's coming with her son Gimme all your paper ah So I can get a gun She has got it in for me Yeah I mean it honestly She's so mean Give me all your paper ma So I can buy a train They just want to suck you in To being one of them Tell her that I'm not in here Tell her I'm a freak Tell her that I fall about Every time I speak She has got in for me Yeah I mean it honestly I just scream Give me all your paper ma So I can buy a train I don't know how I got in here It's making me insane Have another cigarette And have another cigarette In a room where lovers go Talking on the telephone They have go it in for me Yeah I mean it honestly They all dream
Caroline laughs, and it's raining all day Loves to be one of the girls She lives in the place in the side of our lives Where nothing is ever put straight
She turns herself 'round And she smiles and she says "This is it, that's the end of the joke" And loses herself in her Dreaming and sleep, and her Lovers walk through in their coats
Pretty in pink, isn't she? Pretty in pink, isn't she?
All of her lovers all Talk of her notes and the Flowers that they never sent And wasn't she easy, and Isn't she pretty in pink?
The one who insists he was the First in the line is the Last to remember her name He's walking around in this Dress that she wore She is gone, but the Joke's the same
Pretty in pink, isn't she? Pretty in pink, isn't she?
Caroline talks to you Softly sometimes, she says, "I love you" and "Too much" She doesn't have anything You want to steal Well, nothing you can touch
She waves She buttons your shirt The traffic is waiting outside She hands you this coat She give you her clothes These cars collide
Pretty in pink, isn't she? Pretty in pink, isn't she?
She comes in like an angel, And goes down like these flats. I don't know why she does all this. It's making her see that I don't want you always, And I won't hold your hand. I won't give you flowers, I just want to sleep with you. I just want to sleep with you. I just want to sleep with you. I got my own morals, You've got your own too. Lovers will just steal your clothes, But I'm not one of them. Forgive me. I just didn't want to run away with you. There's romance, or so she says. I want to sleep with you. I just want to sleep with you. I just want to sleep with you. I want to sleep with you. I didn't want to fade in you. I make my own scenes. These go-go girls are happening. They're just like accidents. He's got sunglasses, electric shoes, This vicious dog, and I shake. A uniform in black and blue, He wants to be your guard. I just want to sleep with you. I just want to sleep with you, now.
there's demonstrations and demonstrations listen to the weathermen they're not saying anything they're tripping flags for you this crazy face for you you don't have a point of view you don't have to say you do no tears, no colours, yeah there's conversation and conversation talk about yourself again talk about the rain again another lie for you another point of view how can you believe in them? don't believe in anything no colours, no tears, yeah there's demonstrations and demonstrations listen to the weathermen they're not saying anything there's conversation and conversation talk about yourself again talk about the rain again no tears, no colours, no you now
Mrs. Jones is seventeen, and six, and twenty-four. Moderately pretty. She is all the girls, you know. We are going far away. We're going for a ride. Mr. jones has got a plan, If you just come inside. So good, so far. Slow down, ha ha. Movie stars, and ads, And radio define romance. Don't turn it on, I don't want to dance. Mr. Jones is beautiful. Your eyes are made of glass. Looking through the window, You can see the world go past. Here's another nine o'clock, And here's another day. Wonder how the weather is, And what the people say? So good, so far. Slow down, ha ha. Movie stars, and ads, And radio define romance. Don't turn it on, I don't want to dance. Mr. Jones can turn you on And turn you off again. Mr. Jones is all of you Who live inside a plan. Put your head upon the pillow, Never put it down. That would only wake you up And turn your head around. So good, so far. Slow down, ha ha. Movie stars, and ads, And radio define romance. Don't turn it on, I don't want to dance.
No kind of love. I don't want to make no scene - Lovers come and go - or make you Mrs. Anyone or make you Mr. Me. I'm into you like a train. Yeah, fall in love. I don't want to tape you down or shack you up with me, or put you where the flowers go or get into your mind. I'm into you like a train. Now fall in love. Yeah, fall in love. If you believe that anyone like me within a song is outside it all, then you are all so wrong. If you believe that anyone like me within a song would try and change it all, then you have been put on. I don't want to wear no side or complicate it all, or celebrate your prettiness and kick you in it all. So wrong.
You laugh at her in all the cars She's easily confused There isn't any wrong or right Or up and down on you There isn't any reason There isn't any sense Nothing else is happening This is where you are
It goes on and then it rains We run away It goes on again
If you say no just one more time He's gonna trash your wife He has to have a lie to live Or something to believe He has a god He calls it you He has a highway too Inside his head these wheels go round He says that he loves you
It goes on, and then it goes around again It goes on again It goes on It goes on, and then it goes Around again It goes on again
You know this guy that lives downstairs There's parties all the time Where they put on wigs and stuff So they can be themselves He calls you this He calls you that You lose your memory All this goes on all the time So I don't go down there
It goes on, and then it rains again It goes on again It goes on, and then it goes Around again It goes on again
blue cars big beat dead on my feet i get this heat run round lime street do this be there i just don't care all day day wear go home she's there i don't think that i can stand i'm so run down she is oh so out of hand she's coming down run down who cares i'm so happy i get some clerk talk talk talk talk get up get down this is toy town all day day wear go home she's there i don't think that i can stand i'm so run down she is oh so out of hand she's coming down now sometimes she says she loves me i just don't believe it all day she says my set it plays love songs all day it sells toothpaste razors band-aids it sells love and it sells hairspray ha ha all day monday monday i don't think that i can stand i'm so run down she is oh so out of hand she's coming down now
a phonebook full of accidents a girl to drive your car a suit to wear on mondays and a coat a magazine a heavy rain a holiday a painting of the wall a knife a fork and memories a light to see it all you didn't leave me anything that i can understand hey i never meant that stuff i want to turn you round dominoes a pack of cards a picture of the queen a dress to wear on sundays and a handle for the door a letter that i sent for you a note you left for me a wave a pack of cigarettes a pocket full of beads you didn't leave me anything that i can understand hey i never meant that stuff i want to turn you on you didn't leave me anything that i can understand hey i never meant that stuff i want to turn you round you didn't leave me anything that i can understand hey i never meant that stuff i want to turn you on the sound of people getting drunk a ceiling and a sky a bank that's full of promises a telephone that lies a visit from your doctor he crawls in through the door a mirror you can look in so that you know where you are you didn't leave me anything that i can understand hey i never meant that stuff i want to turn you round you didn't leave me anything that i can understand now i'm left with all of this a room full of your trash
it is here for you listen to the conversation playing pretty tunes sorry i can't wait for you i couldn't stand to stay you have to get right out of here you have to get away i had to pay the doorman just to let me use the door i had to use a muscleman to pick me off the floor they're making up things that we've all heard before like romance and engage and divorce you have to be crazy to stay in this place you just have to laugh at it all i met this girl and called her ma i called her everything i called her fab and mrs. fish i didn't get her name she's making me a pair of shoes so i can run away she's making me a plastic wig she's making me again i had to pay the doorman just to let me use the door i had to use a muscleman to pick me off the floor they're making up things that we've all heard before like romance and engage and divorce you have to be crazy to stay in this place you just have to laugh at it all some people are dancing and some fall in love to the music of military tunes you have to be crazy to stay in this place you just have to laugh at it all i didn't want to put you on or tape you down at all or leave you here so all alone or put you in this room they're making up things that we've all heard before like romance and engage and divorce you have to be crazy to stay in this place you just have to laugh at it all
Mrs. Jones is seventeen, and six, and twenty-four. Moderately pretty. She is all the girls, you know. We are going far away. We're going for a ride. Mr. jones has got a plan, If you just come inside. So good, so far. Slow down, ha ha. Movie stars, and ads, And radio define romance. Don't turn it on, I don't want to dance. Mr. Jones is beautiful. Your eyes are made of glass. Looking through the window, You can see the world go past. Here's another nine o'clock, And here's another day. Wonder how the weather is, And what the people say? So good, so far. Slow down, ha ha. Movie stars, and ads, And radio define romance. Don't turn it on, I don't want to dance. Mr. Jones can turn you on And turn you off again. Mr. Jones is all of you Who live inside a plan. Put your head upon the pillow, Never put it down. That would only wake you up And turn your head around. So good, so far. Slow down, ha ha. Movie stars, and ads, And radio define romance. Don't turn it on, I don't want to dance.
blue cars big beat dead on my feet i get this heat run round lime street do this be there i just don't care all day day wear go home she's there i don't think that i can stand i'm so run down she is oh so out of hand she's coming down run down who cares i'm so happy i get some clerk talk talk talk talk get up get down this is toy town all day day wear go home she's there i don't think that i can stand i'm so run down she is oh so out of hand she's coming down now sometimes she says she loves me i just don't believe it all day she says my set it plays love songs all day it sells toothpaste razors band-aids it sells love and it sells hairspray ha ha all day monday monday i don't think that i can stand i'm so run down she is oh so out of hand she's coming down now
a phonebook full of accidents a girl to drive your car a suit to wear on mondays and a coat a magazine a heavy rain a holiday a painting of the wall a knife a fork and memories a light to see it all you didn't leave me anything that i can understand hey i never meant that stuff i want to turn you round dominoes a pack of cards a picture of the queen a dress to wear on sundays and a handle for the door a letter that i sent for you a note you left for me a wave a pack of cigarettes a pocket full of beads you didn't leave me anything that i can understand hey i never meant that stuff i want to turn you on you didn't leave me anything that i can understand hey i never meant that stuff i want to turn you round you didn't leave me anything that i can understand hey i never meant that stuff i want to turn you on the sound of people getting drunk a ceiling and a sky a bank that's full of promises a telephone that lies a visit from your doctor he crawls in through the door a mirror you can look in so that you know where you are you didn't leave me anything that i can understand hey i never meant that stuff i want to turn you round you didn't leave me anything that i can understand now i'm left with all of this a room full of your trash
India, India You're my love song India you're my love song
In the flowers You can have me in the flowers We will dance alone And live our useless lives India stupid on the carpet floor India stupid on the carpet floor We dance upon the carpet floor And reel around
India, India, India, India, India I'm American, ha ha ha India
Caroline is really great She serves the muck Upon a tray And little rich boy don't you cry You kiss me in the anodyne See the ceiling raining spit The beach is backwards isn't it
India don't you cry India see the ceiling raining tears You will cry a thousand tears
All the women form a line Put your face upon a line This is for the discotheque This is stupid, I object And I love you and I love you And please me, please me, please me Please me, please me, please me Please me, please me, please me India, India, India, India
Stupid on the steinway So sick upon a steinway The sailors drown See them talk and see them drown And see them drink and fall around Upon the floor Sister of mine, home again Sister of mine, home again Lonely in a crowded room The radio plays out of tune So silently The radio upon the floor Is stupid it plays aznavour So out of key Sister of mine Home again Sister of mine Home again Broken on a ship of fools Even dreams must fall to rules So stupidly Words are all just useless sound Just like cards they fall around And we will be Sister of mine Home again Sister of mine Home again Buy a car and watch it rust Sister see them fall to dust They fall around In another crowded room Paint me like the shirt I'm in Honestly Sister of mine Home again Sister of mine Home again Sister of mine Sister of mine Sister of mine Sister of mine Sister
Another Christ is on the cross The nails are words The nails are lies To make it crawl And make it scream And make it real And make it bleed And make it bleed And make it bleed And make it dream Imitation of Christ Imitation of Christ This you who lie and scream You fall to dust You fall to dust In walls of words Your words are blind You speak and you are dumb and blind The word that is your god Is you who fall so low and fall so far Imitation of Christ Imitation of Christ Fly to the moon dear Sew it on a stool Tie on the carpet all the cowboys fall See the cowboys fat and reeling Dancing underneath the ceiling Leave the bar the theatre's closing Make a wall of your religion Imitation of Christ Imitation of Christ Mary mary Mother mother You and me and God the father Jesus is a woman too He looks like all of me and you Your money talks and All your friends Will laugh at her pathetic tits Imitation of Christ Imitation of Christ Imitation of Christ Imitation
You will have a dress of white You will have a ring of gold You will have a paper snow We'll fall See the wall The wall is black We will have a heart attack We will be alone and We'll fall, we'll fall, we'll fall
Fall in love like sailors do Tell your lover you'll be true Sail upon the stupid sea We'll fall You will have a sheet of red Paint the trees, the trees are dead We will be alone and We'll fall, we'll fall, we'll fall, we'll fall
Marry me and be my wife You can have me all your life Our love will never end Parties for our stupid friends Are the children really home?
We will lie upon the lawn Needles on the beach at Goa We will have another flower We will be a part of structure You will have a face of structure We will make ourselves a scene We will live our stupid dream
I am you and you are me Tie me down I will be free Our love will never end Parties for our stupid friends Marry me and be my wife You can have me all your life Our love will never end Parties for our stupid friends Are the children really home?
We will lie upon the lawn Needles on the beach at Goa We will have another flower We will be a part of structure You will have a face of structure We will make ourselves a scene We will live our stupid dream
I am you and you are me Tie me down I will be free Our love will have no end
