Give me a head with hair
Long, beautiful hair
Shining, gleaming, steaming, flaxen waxen
Give me down to there hair
Shoulder length or longer
Here, baby, there, mama
Everywhere, daddy, daddy
Hair (Hair, hair, hair, hair, hair, hair, hair)
Flow it (Hair)
Show it (Hair)
Long as God can grow it, my (Hair my)
Hair
Then I’ll re-read the books, if I have time to spare
I’ll paint the walls some more; I’m sure there’s room somewhere
And then I’ll brush and brush and brush and brush my hair
Stuck in the same place I’ve always been
And I’ll keep wondering and wondering and wondering and wondering
When will my life begin?
There is no order in my room
A place where accidents can happen
I like the table and my chair
Sometimes I listen to their pattern
Furniture music
I make furniture music
I like furniture music… OK?
I can see the outside world
Everything’s inviting in the outside world
Leaving all my problems in the outside world
Nothing’s going to touch me in the outside world
When I’m locked in my room
I just want to scream
And I know what they mean
(One more day of eating and sleeping)
When you’re alone and life is making you lonely,
You can always go downtown…
If you got worries, all the noise and the hurry, I know downtown.
Seems to help, I know… downtown!
Mommy and Dad are never nervous or mad
When you teenagers go downtown
Daddy and Mom just stay at home and be calm
And watch the late late show, uptown
'Cause when you kids are gone we get to spend some time alone here
That’s our only chance to use the bathtub or the phone here
When you’re away
Besides, we’re stuck where we are
Because you kids took our money, you kids took our car and went
Downtown, where can you possibly
Downtown, it’s twenty after three
Downtown, what do you mean by, “Let’s frug”?
Uptown got it’s hustlers
The Bowery got it’s bums
42nd street got big Jim Walker
He’s a pool shootin’ son of a gun
Yeah, he’s big and dumb as a man can come
But he’s stronger than a country hoss
And when the bad folks all get together at night
You know they all call big Jim “Boss” just because
Now Leroy more than trouble
You see he stand 'bout six foot four
All the downtown ladies call him “Treetop Lover”
All the men just call him “Sir”
And it’s bad, bad Leroy Brown
The baddest man in the whole damned town
Badder than old King Kong
And meaner than a junkyard dog
[Three times in just 6 days for that name, 2x for the ol’ Jim Croce standard, plus a Queen song…]
How do you like that?
Has anybody seen a dog dyed dark green.
About two inches tall, with a strawberry blonde fall;
Sunglasses and a bonnet
And designer jeans with appliques on it?
The dog that brought me so much joy
Left me wallowing in pain.
Quiche Lorraine
Yonder come miss Rosie, how in the world did you know?
By the way she wear her apron, and the clothes she wore
Umbrella on her shoulder, piece of paper in her hand
She come to see the gov’nor, she want to free her man
With a purple umbrella and a fifty cent hat
Living, loving, she’s just a woman
Missus cool rides out in her aged Cadillac
Living, loving, she’s just a woman
I love you for your pink Cadillac, crushed velvet seats
Riding in the back, oozing down the street
Waving to the girls, feeling out of sight
Spending all my money on a Saturday night
Honey, I just wonder what you do there in the back
Of your pink Cadillac, pink Cadillac
Jesus told me and I believe its true
‘Red man’s in sunset too’
Took his land and we won’t give it back
And we sent Geronimo a Cadillac
Say ah, hey, boys take me back
I wanna ride in Geronimo’s Cadillac
Hey, boys take me back
I wanna ride in Geronimo’s Cadillac
Oh it’s all in the past they will say
But it’s still going on here today
The governments now want the Navaho land
That of the Inuit and the Cheyenne
It’s here and it’s now you can help us dear man
Now that the buffalo’s gone
Straight from the shoulder
I think like a soldier
I know what’s right and what’s wrong
He knows what’s right and what’s wrong.
I’m the original discriminating buffalo man
And I’ll do what’s wrong as long as I can
He’ll do what’s wrong as long as he can
Now the village cried with anger
“Mount your horses! Draw your sword!”
And they killed the mountain people
So they earned their just reward
Now they stood beside the treasure
On the mountain dark and red
Turned the stone and looked beneath it
“Peace on Earth” was all it said
And dust was my companion
And thirst caked all our words
Unearthing nearly nothing
We swarmed like carrion birds
Some for fortune, some for greed
Some for want, some for need
But you could only find yourself that way
Rock on, gold dust woman
Take your silver spoon, dig your grave
I was born with a plastic spoon in my mouth
The dark side of nighttime faces down the usual space inside
And I could dare to look me in the eye
Postcard opportunities are what you buy
It’s a genuine problem you won’t solve
To look out of target just passing by, passing by
Far from the ones who abandoned you
Chasing the love of these humans
Who made you feel wanted
You try to be tough
But your armor’s just not hard enough!