Oh friends, no more of these sounds!
Let us sing more cheerful songs,
More full of joy!
Joy, bright spark of divinity,
Daughter of Elysium,
Fire-inspired we tread
Thy sanctuary!
Thy magic power reunites
All that custom has divided;
All men become brothers
Under the sway of thy gentle wings.
Daughter of darkness
Stay out of my life, my life
You took my heart, you broke it apart
Daughter of darkness
Daughter of darkness
Please leave me alone forever
Daughter of darkness gone is the love
That we shared together
The fortune queen of New Orleans
Was brushing her cat in her black limousine
the back seat were scratches from
The marks of men, her fortune she had won
I couldn’t see through the tinted glass
We used to ride, baby
Ride around in limousines
We looked so fine, baby
You in white and me in green
Drinking and dancing
All inside a crazy dream
Well now, look at your face now, baby
Look at you and look at me
I dreamed I was in a Hollywood movie, yes I did
And that I was the star of the movie…Hmmm…
This really blew my mind
The fact that me, an overfed long-haired, leaping gnome
Should be the star of a Hollywood movie
They’re gonna put me in the movies
They’re gonna make a big star out of me
We’ll make a film about a man that’s sad and lonely
And all I gotta do is act naturally
Wing
Is written on your feet
Your Achilles heel
Is a tendency
To dream
But you’ve known that from the beginning
You didn’t have to go so far
You didn’t have to go.
You got that old time magic and it’s making my day
You’ve got the Technicolor and the Special K
Coke cans, newsstands, passing me by
You set the streets on fire and I feel so alive
Girl, you got it going on, you got it going on
Yeah, you got it going on, that natural magic
Girl, you got it going on, you got it going on
Yeah, you got it going on, that natural magic
I’m the B-I-Z and it goes like this
Eating a bowl of cereal’s on top of my list
Forget eating lunch; I like to munch
On a stupid big bowl of Captain Crunch
Whether it’s Peanut Butter Crunch, Berries or Regular
Feels real good going past my jugular
I go cuckoo for Coco Puffs
Eat whole box of cereals down to the dust
Cookie Crisp, Sugar Crisp and Sugar Smacks
Wheat Rice Corn and Bran Chex, I like the tex
Grape nuts takes too long to chew
And all-bran cereals make me doo doo
Well I could eat a whole box of Honey Nut Cheerios
And some all-bran cereals taste like toes
I like the Crunch called Cinnamon Toast
But Alpha-Bits, I can spell my name from coast to coast
Frosted Mini-Wheats make me do the funky beat
Texas is full of women and willies
Eyes too close, filthy hillbillies
Who are these people, raised in barns
Ghouls and fools, sex on farms
Texas hoedown, this is the lowdown
You’re full of shit, destined to go down
Let’s go down, herd 'em up
If you agree, then it’s word 'em up
And if you don’t, then shut the fuck up
Don’t mess with Texas, oh no
We just so damn, what, so cold
Competition
You could really want it
When you backing down, look what we have accomplished
Don’t mess with Texas, oh no
We just so damn, what, so cold
Got the big bangers
Cause the last swangers
Paint drippin’, boy, you know what I’m talkin’ 'bout
Texas
I will compose
In fancy rhyme
Or just plain prose
Texas
A song of praise
To you
Prairie rose
Texas
Though I’m not sure
I can explain
Your strange allure
Texas
Oh prairie rose
A crown of thorns
A scented flower
Out through the back door of Rosa’s I ran
Out where the horses were tied
I caught a good one, it looked like it could run
Up on its back and away I did ride
Just as fast as I
Could from the West Texas town of El Paso
Out to the badlands of New Mexico
Back in El Paso, my life would be worthless
Everything’s gone in life, nothing is left
It’s been so long since I’ve seen the young maiden
My love is stronger than my fear of death
I want to tell you 'bout Texas radio and the big beat
Comes out of the Virginia swamps
Cool and slow with plenty of precision
With a back beat narrow and hard to master
So me and you, just we two
Got to search for something new
Far beyond the pale horizon
Some place near the desert strand
Where my Studebaker takes me
That’s where I’ll make my stand but wait
Can’t you see that Holzer mane’
What’s her name Virginia Plain
James Dean in that mercury ‘49
Junior Johnson runnin’ through the woods of Caroline
Even Burt Reynolds in that black Trans Am
All gonna meet down at the Cadillac ranch
Cadillac, Cadillac
Long and dark, shiny and black
Open up them engines let 'em roar
Tearing up the highway like a big old dinosaur
Roughin’ it in the great outdoors
Guidebooks tell us where to go
Winnebago Warrior
Slow down traffic climbing hills
Thirty gallons to the mile
Honey, quick, the Polaroid
Winnebago Warrior
Brave as old John Wayne
Winnebago Warrior
A true Yankee pioneer