In all your fantasies, you always knew
that man and mystery
Were both in you
And in this labyrinth
where night is blind
the Phantom of the Opera is there/here,
inside my/your mind
Left, right, straight ahead
You’re in the labyrinth
Left, right, straight ahead
Left, right, straight ahead
No one here can tell you
Which direction
Is the right one to take
Child for heaven’s sake
You put your right foot in
You put your right foot out
You put your right foot in
And you shake it all about
You do the hokey-pokey
And you turn yourself around
That what it’s all about!
Is that all there is?
Is that all there is?
If that’s all there is my friends
Then let’s keep dancing
Let’s break out the booze and have a ball
And I sat there, getting high, stoned
Knocked out and by the time
I looked on the wall, at the old clock again
And by that time 't was a quarter to two
Last call for alcohol
I said, “Hey, Mister Bartender”
Said, “Well, what do you want?”
One bourbon, one scotch and one beer
He drinks a whiskey drink
He drinks a vodka drink
He drinks a lager drink
He drinks a cider drink
If I get drunk, well, I know I’m gonna be
I’m gonna be the man who gets drunk next to you
There’s nothin’ Nietsche couldn’t teacha 'bout the bending of the wrist.
Socrates himself was permanently pissed.
(Well, it’s stimulating…)
Solzhenitzin’ feels exposed
Build a barbed wired prison
Nietsche’s six feet under but his babies still got rhythm
The other night I dreamt a nice continental drift divide
Mountains sit in a line, Leonard Bernstein
Leonid Brezhnev, Lenny Bruce, and Lester Bangs
Birthday party, cheesecake, jellybean, boom
You symbiotic, patriotic, slam but neck, right? Right
B.B. Bumble and the Stingers, Mott the Hoople, Ray Charles Singers
Lonnie Mack and twangin’ Eddy, here’s my ring we’re goin’ steady
Take it easy, take me higher, liar liar, house on fire
Harry Truman, Doris Day, Red China, Johnnie Ray
South Pacific, Walter Winchell, Joe DiMaggio
Joe McCarthy, Richard Nixon, Studebaker, television
North Korea, South Korea, Marilyn Monroe
Rosenbergs, H-Bomb, Sugar Ray, Panmunjom
Brando, The King and I, and The Catcher in the Rye
Eisenhower, vaccine, England’s got a new queen
Marciano, Liberace, Santayana goodbye
We didn’t start the fire
It was always burning since the world’s been turning
We didn’t start the fire
No, we didn’t light it but we tried to fight it
I’ve been to:
Pittsburgh, Parkersburg, Gravelbourg, Colorado,
Ellensburg, Rexburg, Vicksburg, Eldorado,
Larimore, Atmore, Haverstraw, Chatanika,
Chaska, Nebraska, Alaska, Opelika,
Baraboo, Waterloo, Kalamazoo, Kansas City,
Sioux City, Cedar City, Dodge City, what a pity
I’ve been everywhere
I’ve been to Hollywood, I’ve been to Redwood
I crossed the ocean for a heart of gold
I’ve been in my mind, it’s such a fine line
That keeps me searchin’ for a heart of gold
And I’m getting old
I’ve been to Boston, Charleston, Dayton
Louisiana, Washington, Houston
Kingston, Texarkana, Monterey, Ferriday
Santa Fe, Tallahoosa, Glen Rock
Black Rock, Little Rock, Oskaloosa
Tennessee, Hennessey, Chicopee Spirit Lake
Grand Lake, Devil’s Lake, Crater Lake, for Pete’s sake
Now let me see I’ve been to:
Valley Mills, Pine Mills, Dime Box, Duncanville, New Home, New Hope, New Deal, Liberty Hill, Rockport, Rock Creek, Bridgeport, Brownwood, Cleburne, Comanche, Cut-N-Shoot, Cottonwood, Bayview, Bayside, Baytown, Bay City, Falls City, Center City, Bridge City, what a pity
[Thanks, Brian Burns]
I’ve been to Gotham City, Em’rald City, No-Name City, what a pity…
Come with me to the Emerald City.
Right this way to the Emerald City.
Oh, I’ve always wanted to see the Emerald City:
One short day in the Emerald City
One short day in the Emerald City
One short day full of so much to do
Ev’ry way that you look in the city
Take me down
To the Paradise City
Where the grass is green
And the girls are pretty
Oh, won’t you please take me home
Then I awake and look around me, at the four grey walls that surround me
and I realize, yes, I was only dreaming.
For there’s a guard and there’s a sad old padre -
arm in arm we’ll walk at daybreak.
Again I touch the green, green grass of home.
Yes, they’ll all come to see me in the shade of that old oak tree
as they lay me neath the green, green grass of home.