Comin’ down the mountain
One of many children
Everybody has their own opinion
Everybody has their own opinion
Holding it back, hurts so bad
Jumped out of my flesh
And i said…
Cash in!
Cash in now honey
Cash in now
Cash in now
Cash in now honey
Cash in miss smith
Cash in now!
Big money goes around the world
Big money underground
Big money got a mighty voice
Big money make no sound
Big money pull a million strings
Big money hold the prize
Big money weave a mighty web
Big money draw the flies
Sometimes pushing people around
Sometimes pulling out the rug
Sometimes pushing all the buttons
Sometimes pulling out the plug
It’s the power and the glory
It’s a war in paradise
It’s a Cinderella story
On a tumble of the dice
Big Time, I’m on my way I’m making it, big time, oh yes
Big time, I’ve got to make it show yeah, big time
Big time, so much larger than life
Big time, I’m gonna watch it growing, big time
Closing time
Open all the doors and let you out into the world
Closing time
Turn all of the lights on over every boy and every girl
Closing time
One last call for alcohol so finish your whiskey or beer
Closing time
You don’t have to go home but you can’t stay here
Show me the way to go home,
I’m tired and I want to go to bed.
I had a little drink about an hour ago,
And it’s gone right to my head.
Wherever I may roam,
On land or sea or foam,
You can always here me singin’ this song:
Show me the way to go home.
I’m sitting in the railway station
Got a ticket to my destination
On a tour of one-night stands my suitcase and guitar in hand
And ev’ry stop is neatly planned for a poet and a one-man band
Homeward bound,
I wish I was
Homeward bound.
Home where my thought’s escaping,
Home where my music’s playing,
Home where my love lies waiting
Silently for me
Ol’ times there are not forgotten,
Whuppin’ slaves and pickin’ cotton,
And waitin’ for the Robert E. Lee.
(It was never there on time.)
I’ll go back to the Swanee,
Where pellagra makes you scrawny,
And the honeysuckle clutters up the vine.
I really am a-fixin’
To go home where there’s no mixin’
Down below that Mason-Dixon line.
Spring is here, spring is here!
Life is skittles and life is beer.
I think the loveliest time of the year is the spring, I do.
Don’t you? 'course you do!
But there’s one thing that makes Spring complete for me,
and makes every Sunday a treat for meeeee…
(sing it with me now!)
And Wittgenstein was a beery schwein
Who was just as shloshed as Hegel!
Philosophy is the talk on a cereal box
Religion is the smile on a dog
I’m not aware of too many things
I know what I know, if you know what I mean, d-doo yeah
Choke me in the shallow waters
Before I get too deep
What I am is what I am
Are you what you are or what?
What I am is what I am
Are you what you are, or?
I fearlessly walk into battle
With a shine on my boots and my teeth
Never flinch, never blink, never rattle
My blood is like ice underneath
Oh, I’m the reincarnation of Patton
And I’ve got Hannibal’s heart in my chest
God told me I would have rivalled
Alexander the Great at his best
Clean shirt, new shoes
and I don’t know where I am goin’ to.
Silk suit, black tie,
I don’t need a reason why.
They come runnin’ just as fast as they can
coz every girl crazy 'bout a sharp dressed man.
Gold watch, diamond ring,
I ain’t missin’ a single thing.
And cufflinks, stick pin,
when I step out I’m gonna do you in.
They come runnin’ just as fast as they can
coz every girl crazy 'bout a sharp dressed man.
Top coat, top hat,
I don’t worry coz my wallet’s fat.
Black shades, white gloves,
lookin’ sharp and lookin’ for love.
They come runnin’ just as fast as they can
coz every girl grazy 'bout a sharp dressed man.
Suit and tie guy
On his way to feeding
Or an important meeting
Just like a car on a track
Suit and tie guy
He travels between stations
With certain destinations
Never varying from that routine
Suit and tie guy
And he’ll tell you in one word
That he is insured
And it’s not as bad as it may seem
Look at you in your monkey suit
Driving south, nothing left to prove
You come back here in your cowboy boots
Dressed to kill in your monkey suit
Every pose you strike, every frame they shoot
Shows you dressed to kill in your monkey suit
I’m puttin’ on my top hat
Tyin’ up my white tie
Brushin’ off my tails
I’m dudin’ up my shirt front
Puttin’ in the shirt studs
Polishin’ my nails
I’m steppin’ out, my dear
To breathe an atmosphere that simply reeks with class
And I trust that you’ll excuse my dust when I step on the gas
I would trust her
I would trust her
By George, I swear, I would trust her
No, I’ll never be jealous again
Cheat the odds that made you
Brave to try to gamble at times
Well I feel like dirty laundry
Sending sickness on down the line
Tell you why
'Cause I’m jealous, jealous again
Thought it time I let you in
Yeah, I’m jealous, jealous again
Got no time, baby
Then somewhere in the darkness
The gambler, he broke even
But in his final words I found
An ace that I can keep.
You got to know when to hold ‘em, know when to fold ‘em,
Know when to walk away, know when to run.
You never count your money when you’re sittin’ at the table,
There’ll be time enough for countin’ when the dealin’s done.
Well, you can stake that claim
Good work is the key to good fortune
Winners take that praise
Losers seldom take that blame
If they don’t take that game
And sometimes the winner takes nothing
We draw our own designs
But fortune has to make that frame
We go out in the world and take our chances
Fate is just the weight of circumstances
That’s the way that lady luck dances
Roll the bones
Why are we here?
Because we’re here
Roll the bones
Why does it happen?
Because it happens
Roll the bones
Well, there’s people and more people
What do they know, know, know
Go to work in some high rise
And vacation down at the Gulf of Mexico
Ooh, yeah
And there’s winners, and there’s losers
But they ain’t no big deal
'Cause the simple man, baby
Pays for thrills, the bills, the pills that kill
Oh, but ain’t that America for you and me
Ain’t that America something to see, baby
Ain’t that America, Home of the free, yeah
Little pink houses for you and me