She’s got high-heel shoes and an alligator hat
Wearin’ her pearls and her diamond rings
She’s got bracelets on her fingers, now, and everything
She’s the devil with the blue dress, blue dress, blue dress,
Devil inside, devil inside
Every single one of us
The devil inside
Devil woman, it’s over, trapped no more by your charms
'Cause I don’t want to stay,
I want to get away,
Woman let go of my arms.
Oh, devil woman, devil woman, let go of me
Devil woman, let me be
And leave me alone
I want to go home
My very first pistol was a cap and ball Colt
Shoots as fast as lightnin’ but it loads a mite slow
It loads a mite slow, and soon I found out
It’ll get you into trouble but it can’t get you out
So about a year later I bought a Colt 45
Called a peacemaker but I never knew why
I never knew why, I didn’t understand
Mama says the pistol is the devil’s right hand
The devil’s right hand, the devil’s right hand
Mama says the pistol is the devil’s right hand
Oh, drinkin beer in a cabaret
Was I havin fun!
Until one night she caught me right
And now I’m on the run.
Oh, lay that pistol down, Babe.
Lay that pistol down.
Pistol packin mama
Lay that pistol down.
Feelin’ like a sabertoothed tiger
Sippin’ on a warm Budweiser
Touch me and give me that rush
Better pack a toothbrush, gonna pull an all-nighter
We been keepin’ it kosher
But I wanna get it on, fo’ sure
I’ve been really tryin , baby
Tryin to hold back these feelings for so long
And if you feel, like I feel baby
Come on, oh come on,
Let’s get it on
Lets get it on
Let’s get it on
Let’s get it on
On the road again -
Like a band of gypsies we go down the highway
We’re the best of friends.
Insisting that the world keep turning our way
And our way
is on the road again.
Just can’t wait to get on the road again.
The life I love is makin’ music with my friends
And I can’t wait to get on the road again.
Well, I was livin’ on the road
Couldn’t get a decent meal
My baby, she gave me a dirty deal
Now I’m hitchhikin’ on the road to Rio
Tryin’ to flag a ride from an automobile
Won’t somebody stop and let me ride?
My thumb goes up
A car goes by
It’s nearly 1 a.m. and here am I
Hitchin’ a ride, hitchin’ a ride
Get outta my dreams
Get into my car
Get outta my dreams
Get in the back seat baby
Get into my car
Beep beep, yeah
Get outta my mind
Get into my life
Oooooooooh
Oh I said hey (Hey) you (You)
Get into my car
Beep beep. Beep! Beep! Beep beep. Beep! Beep!
His horn went beep beep beep. Beep! Beep!
I pushed my foot down to the floor
To give the guy the shake.
But the little Nash Rambler stayed right behind;
He still had on his brake.
He must have thought his car had more guts
As he kept on tooting his horn. Beep! Beep!
If you’re on the highway and Road Runner goes beep-beep
Just step aside or you might end up in a heap
Road Runner, Road Runner runs on the road all day
Even the Coyote can’t make him change his ways
Road Runner, the Coyote’s after you (beep-beep)
Road Runner, if he catches you your through
Road Runner, the Coyote’s after you (beep-beep)
Road Runner, if he catches you your through
That Coyote’s really a crazy clown
When will he learn that he’ll can get to mow him down
Poor little Road Runner never bothers anyone
Runnin’ down the road his idea of havin’ fun…
Overture, curtains, lights,
This is it, the night of nights
No more rehearsing and nursing a part
We know every part by heart
Overture, curtains, lights
This is it, you’ll hit the heights
And oh what heights we’ll hit
On with the show this is it
Tonight what heights we’ll hit
On with the show this is it
Oh what a circus, oh what a show
Argentina has gone to town
Over the death of an actress called Eva Peron
We’ve all gone crazy
Mourning all day and mourning all night
Falling over ourselves to get all of that misery right
Oh, what an exit, that’s how to go
When they’re ringing your curtain down
Demand to be buried like Eva Peron
It’s quite a sunset
And good for the country in a roundabout way
We’ve made the front page of all the world’s papers today
Sunrise, sunset
Sunrise, sunset
Swiftly fly the years
One season following another
Laden with happiness and tears
You just call out my name, and you know where ever I am
I’ll come running to see you again.
Winter, spring, summer, or fall,
All you have to do is call, Lord, I’ll be there, yeah, yeah,
you’ve got a friend. You’ve got a friend.
Ain’t it good to know you’ve got a friend. Ain’t it good to know you’ve got a friend.
Oh, yeah, yeah, you’ve got a friend.
We fall, while aiming so high
We crawl, flying
Man has North, South, East and West
Man has, trying
A song for all seasons through
Man has North, South, East and West
Man has music
Man has North, South, East and West
Man makes music
A song for all seasons through
Song for all seasons
A song for all our time
We’ll have a song for all the seasons through
She’s flying with both feet on the ground.
I was wonderin’ of a white dress
And the mistress
And a spirit holding my hand!