I’d play at all the talent nights,
I’d finish, they’d applaud.
Some called it muffled laughter,
I just figured they were awed.
So I went up for an encore,
but they screamed they’d had enough.
Or maybe I just need a group
to help me do my stuff.
I’ve had enough of bein’ nice
I’ve had enough of right and wrong
I’ve had enough of tryin’ to love my brother
Ooh, I’ve had enough of bein’ good
And doin’ everything like I’m told I should
If you need a lover, you’d better find another
Life is for the living (ooh yeah)
Takers never giving
“I feel that you shouldn’t get involved
Iin an intimate relationship
Until you are emotionally mature enough
To handle it totally
Able to cope with your feelings
And your sexuality
Without guilt, inhibition or phoniness
But with love, tenderness and honesty,”
Things were disappearing
In my neighborhood
Once again somebody
Was up to no good
I saw that you were wanted
But not like I wanted you
You’re no good, you’re no good, you’re no good,
Baby, you’re no good. I’m gonna say it again.
Hurt so good
Come on baby, make it hurt so good
Sometimes love don’t feel like it should
You make it hurt so good
I make love to mountain lions
Sleep on red-hot branding irons
When I walk the roadway shakes
Bed’s a mess of rattlesnakes
Voodoo child, black cat bone
Scratch your back, hear you moan
I get up, you go down
Tall building, single bound
War and peace and love,
Say it if you dare
Iron fist, velvet glove
I’m so bad, baby I don’t care
Scream into danger that´s just what I like
Pushing it harder the feeling is right
Faster and faster don´t loose your grip
Live for the moment there´s nothing like this
I need the rush can´t get enough
I got the need for speed
My Maserati does 185.
I lost my license and now I don’t drive.
And later on, when the squad car came ‘round
I ate a handful of peanuts and I told ‘em this
"I don’t remember much, except just keep your hands on the wheel’’
“Just drive,” she said, “Just drive,” she said
I told that girl I can start right away
And she said, “Listen baby I got something to say
I got no car and it’s breaking my heart
But I’ve found a driver and that’s a start”
Baby you can drive my car
Yes I’m gonna be a star
Baby you can drive my car
And maybe I love you
Beep beep’m beep beep yeah
So you want to be a rock’n’roll star
Then listen now to what I say
Just get an electric guitar
And take some time and learn how to play
And when your hair’s combed right and your pants fit tight
It’s gonna be all right
Now look at them yo-yo’s that’s the way you do it
You play the guitar on the MTV
That ain’t workin’ that’s the way you do it
Money for nothin’ and chicks for free
Now that ain’t workin’ that’s the way you do it
Lemme tell ya them guys ain’t dumb
Maybe get a blister on your little finger
Maybe get a blister on your thumb
We gotta install microwave ovens
Custom kitchen deliveries
We gotta move these refrigerators
We gotta move these colour TV’s
See the little faggot with the earring and the makeup
Yeah buddy that’s his own hair
That little faggot got his own jet airplane
That little faggot he’s a millionaire
Now, baby’s in the cradle
And cat’s in the tree
Walking the dog
Don’t mean a thing to me
Around the world
And a long time gone
Ain’t a yo-yo made
With a string that long
It’s a yo-yo song
Down to the playground
Putting on a show
Talking to the little kids
Listen to the yo-yo
RC Cola, Scooter Pie
Sleeping at the Y
Young man, there’s a place you can go.
I said, young man, when you’re short on your dough.
You can stay there, and I’m sure you will find
Many ways to have a good time.
It’s fun to stay at the Y.M.C.A.
So, in the mornin’, please don’t say you love me
‘Cause you know I’ll only kick you out the door
Yeah, I’ll pay your cab fare home, you can even use my best cologne
Just don’t be here in the mornin’ when I wake up
Stay with me, stay with me
For tonight you’d gonna stay with me
Woke-up this mornin’
the house was cold
Checked the furnace
she wasn’t burnin’
Went out and hopped in my old Ford
but the engine, Buddy, she ain’t turnin’
been givin’ each other some hard lessons lately
but we ain’t learnin’
same old story, same old act
one step up an’ two steps back
Mr. Bruce Springsteen
If the moat won’t stop leaking
And the goat won’t stop shrieking
And the griffin keeps losing its hair
If the west wing is rotting
And our best wine is clotting
Well, I’m terribly sorry but I don’t care
I’ve got to be someone who lives
All of his life in superlatives
When you’re extraordinary
You gotta do extraordinary things
Every so often a man has a day
He truly can call his
Well, here I am to seize my day
If someone would just tell me when the hell it is
Oh give me my chance, and give me my wings
And don’t make me think about everyday things
They’re unnecessary
To someone who is very
Extraordinary
Like me!
What a piece of work is man
How noble in reason
How infinite in faculties
In form and moving
How express and admirable
In action how like an angel
In apprehension how like a god
The beauty of the world
The paragon of animals
(sung in Hair)
Man made machines
Make music for the man
Now machines make music
While the man makes plans
A second generation, a generation lost
While the man prepares for the holocaust
Don’t ever let it be forgot
that once there was a spot
For one brief shining moment
that was known as Camalot