Lady driver
Let me take your wheel
Smooth operator
Touch my bumper
Hey, let’s make a deal
Make it real
Like a road runner
Coming after you
Just like a hero
Outta the blue
I’ll be your non-stop lover
Get it while you can
Your non-stop miracle
I’m your man
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
Oh baby, let’s go
I need a hero
I’m holding out for a hero till the end of the night
I, I will be king
And you, you will be queen
Though nothing will drive them away
We can be heroes, just for one day
We can be us, just for one day
Sing a song that can’t be sung
Without the morning’s kiss
Queen you shall be if you wish
Look for your king
Why can’t we play today?
Why can’t we stay that way?
It’s not a case of telling the truth
Some lines just fit the situation
Call me a liar
You would anyway
It’s not a case of aiming to please
You know you’re always crying
It’s just your part
In the play for today
I’ve bought you sentimental roses
But you gave them all away
I’ve played you all my favorite records
Then we spent the night in talking, talking all the time
You sent me home
I was so surprised to find that after all
It doesn’t hurt to be alone
Cause you got love, love
Love on your side
Cause you got love, love
Love on your side
Cause you got love, love
Love on your side
Cause you got love, love
Love on your side
Sugar Plum Fairy came and hit the streets
Lookin’ for soul food and a place to eat
Went to the Apollo
You should’ve seen em go go go
They said, Hey shuga Take a walk on the wild side
I Said, Hey babe
Take a walk on the wild side
All right, huh
He met Marmalade down IN old Moulin Rouge
Struttin’ her stuff on the street
She said, “Hello, hey Joe, you wanna give it a go?” uh huh
Giuchie, Giuchie, ya ya dada (Hey hey hey)
Giuchie, Giuchie, ya ya here (here)
Mocha Chocalata ya ya (oh yea)
Creole lady Marmalade
Hey Joe, where you goin’ with that gun in your hand?
Hey Joe, I said where you goin’ with that gun in your hand?
I’m goin’ down to shoot my old lady
You know I caught her messin’ ‘round with another man.
Yeah, I’m goin’ down to shoot my old lady
You know I caught her messin’ 'round with another man.
This is just the way of the world Joe said
I had to put a bullet into his head
Then lit up a cigarette
Decided to call his fat friend Fred
Well he said Fred I just killed a man
Caught him laying with my girlfriend
Now they’re both dead, people can be so cold when they’re dead
I love the dead before they’re cold
They’re bluing flesh for me to hold
Cadaver eyes upon me see nothing
I love the dead before they rise
No farewells, no goodbyes
I never knew your rotting face
While friends and lovers mourn your silly grave
I have other uses for you, darling
We love the dead
We love the dead, Yeah!
Yeah ooh oh one thing I miss is cold Ethyl and her skeleton kiss
We met last night making love by the refrigerator light
Ethyl Ethyl let me squeeze you in my arms
Ethyl Ethyl come and freeze me with your charms
Ah one thing no lie Ethyl’s frigid as an Eskimo pie
She’s cool in bed she’s gotta be 'cause Ethyl’s dead
Oh baby I see you in my Frigidaire
Yeah baby I see you in my Frigidaire
Behind the mayonnaise, way in the back
I’m gonna see you tonight for a midnight snack
But though it’s cold
You won’t get old
'Cause you’re well preserved in my Frigidaire
Yahhhhhhh…
Lying there cold after a torturous death
Your life ended fast you took your last breath
Dead in a grave, your final place
The maggots infest your disfigured face
Pus through your veins takes the place of blood
Decay sets in, bones begin to crack
Thrown six feet down left to rot
Brains oozing black down the side of your broken neck
Skull full of maggots!!!
They enter your tomb - maggots - beginning to feast - maggots
Crawling on you - maggots - now they eat you - maggots
Rotting maggots - maggots - infesting your corpse - maggots
Parasites of the dead - maggots - now dwell in your head
Whoa, take me now or take me underground
Well change me into a maggot pie.
Still, if you want some, go and get your spoon
Eagles devouring a silver moon.
One by one companies crawling out my ears,
One by one they’re all burning up my space
and up my years.
The worms crawl in, the worms crawl out,
The worms play pinochle in your snout,
They eat your eyes, they eat your nose,
They eat the jelly between your toes.
A big green worm with rolling eyes
Crawls in your stomach and out your eyes.
Your stomach turns a slimy green,
And pus pours out like whipping cream.
You’ll spread it on a slice of bread,
And this is what you eat when you are dead.
“Do you still see me even here?”
(The silver cord lies on the ground.)
“And so I’m dead”, the young man said
Over the hill (not a wish away)
My friends (as one) all stand aligned
Although their taxis came too late.
There was a rush along the Fulham Road.
There was a hush in the Passion Play.
Such a sense of glowing in the aftermath
Ripe with rich attainments all imagined
Sad misdeeds in disarray
The sore thumb screams aloud,
Echoing out of the Passion Play.
All the old familiar choruses come crowding in a different key…
Melodies decaying in sweet dissonance.
There was a rush along the Fulham Road
Into the Ever-Passion Play
ob er aber über oberammergau
She’ll be coming round the mountain when she comes
She’ll be coming round the mountain when she comes
She’ll be coming round the mountain, she’ll be coming round the mountain
She’ll be coming round the mountain whens he comes