Blow me a kiss from across the room say I look nice when I’m not
Touch my hair as you pass my chair little things mean a lot
Give me your arm as we cross the street call me at six on the dot
A line a day when you’re far away little things mean a lot
She’s the kind of girl who puts you down
When friends are there
You feel a fool
When you say she’s looking good
She acts as if it’s understood
She’s cool, ooo, ooo, ooo
Girl, girl, girl
I don’t want to cause you any pain
But I love you just the same
And you’ll always be my baby
In my heart I know we’ve come apart
And I don’t know where to start
What can I do, I don’t wanna feel blue
Bad girl drunk by six
Kissing someone else’s lips
Smoked too many cigarettes today
I’m not happy when I act this way
I’d defy
Anyone who claimed that I
Didn’t control
Whatever moved in my soul
I could tempt
Touch delight
Just because you fell for me
Why should I feel uptight
Love had to show me one thing
I was so right (so right)
So right
Thought I could turn emotion
On and off
I was so sure
So sure (I was so sure)
But love taught me
Who was, who was, who was the boss
Well, I went to the boss man
Tried to get a break
But the boss said ‘No dice, son,
You gotta work late’
We dance and sway
Sway like the drunken priest
We dream all day
Day of the wedding feast
Dark hooded eyes
Eyes of a stallion
We roll the dice
One in a million
Bring drums and bells to me
We can dance if we want to
We can leave your friends behind
'Cause your friends don’t dance and if they don’t dance
Well they’re no friends of mine
I say, we can go where we want to
A place where they will never find
And we can act like we come from out of this world
Leave the real one far behind
And we can dance
It’s going down
I’m yelling “Timber!”
You better move
You better dance
Let’s make a night
You won’t remember
I’ll be the one
You won’t forget
He’s sixty-three axe handles high,
With his feet on the ground and his head in the sky.
Hey, Paul! Paul Bunyan!
Now they never re-opend that wortheless pit,
they just placed a marble stand in front of it.
These few words are written on that stand,
‘At the bottom of this mine, lies a big big man, Big John’
Big John
Big John
Big Bad John
Big John.
And through their tears
Some say he farmed his best in younger years
But he’d have said that roots grow stronger if only he could hear
Who lived there
He must have been a gardener that cared a lot
Who weeded out the tears and grew a good crop
Now we pray for rain, and with every drop that falls
We hear, we hear your name
Johnny can’t you come out to play in your empty garden
I was reading a magazine
And thinking of a rock and roll song
The year was nineteen fiftysix
And I hadn’t been playing that long
When a man came on the radio
And this is what he said
He said I hate to break it to his fans
But Johnny Ace is dead, yeah, yeah, yeah
Well, I really wasn’t
Such a Johnny Ace fan
But I felt bad alI the same
So I sent away for his photograph
And I wait untill it came
It came all the way from Texas
With a sad and sim-ple face
And they signed it on the bottom
From the Late Great Johnny Ace, yeah, yeah, yeah
The king is gone
but he’s not forgotten
This is the story
of a Johnny Rotten
It’s better to burn out
than it is to rust
The king is gone
but he’s not forgotten.
That voice inside my brain
Elvis talking to me again
I think I’m going insane
He says that he’s my friend
But I know what he said
Is a lie cause Elvis is dead
Up in Memphis the music’s like a heat wave
White lightning, bound to drive you wild.
Mama’s baby’s in the heart of every school girl
“Love me tender” leaves ‘em cryin’ in the aisle
The way he moved, it was a sin, so sweet and true.
Always wanting more, he’d leave you longing for.
Put on my blue suede shoes and
I boarded the plane
Touched down in the land of the Delta Blues
In the middle of the pouring rain
W.C. Handy
Won’t you look down over me
Yeah, I got a first class ticket
But I’m as blue as a boy can be
Then I’m walking in Memphis
I was walking with my feet ten feet off of Beale
Walking in Memphis
But do I really feel the way I feel?
I saw the ghost of Elvis on Union Avenue
Followed him up to the gates of Graceland
Then I watched him walk right through
Man o man
What I want you to see
Is that the big E’s
Inside of you and me
Elvis is everywhere
Elvis is everything
Elvis is everybody
Elvis is still the king
Poorboys and pilgrims with families
And we are going to Graceland
My traveling companion is nine years old
He is the child of my first marriage
But I’ve reason to believe
We both will be received
In Graceland
I don’t believe in magic
I don’t believe in I-ching
I don’t believe in Bible
I don’t believe in Tarot
I don’t believe in Hitler
I don’t believe in Jesus
I don’t believe in Kennedy
I don’t believe in Buddha
I don’t believe in Mantra
I don’t believe in Gita
I don’t believe in Yoga
I don’t believe in Kings
I don’t believe in Elvis
I don’t believe in Zimmerman
I don’t believe in Beatles
I just believe in me…and that reality
Do you believe in magic
In a young girl’s heart?