Now, I’m a jet fuel genius
I can solve the world’s problems without even trying
I’ve got dozens of friends
And the fun never ends, that is, as long as I’m buying
Is it any wonder I’m not the president?
Is it any wonder I’m null and void?
Is it any wonder I reject you first
Fame (fame) fame fame
Is it any wonder you are too cool to fool
Fame (fame)
Fame bully for you chilly for me
Got to get a rain check on pain
You always keep me guessin’, I never seem to know what you are thinkin’
And if a fella looks at you, it’s for sure your little eye will be a-winkin’
I get confused 'cause I don’t know where I stand
And then you smile, and hold my hand
Love is kinda crazy with a spooky little girl like you
Spooky!
Love
Love is strange
Lot of people
Take it for a game
Once you get it
You never want to quit, no no
After you’ve had it
You’re in an awful fix
Coz I hate goodbyes I hate these tears in my eyes
I hate myself for the way I feel about you every time
I’ve had enough I’m sick of wishing he was
Around me every day, every night it’s way too much
I hate love, yeah
I hate love, yeah
Get up in the morning, look on the mirror
One less toothbrush hanging in the stand, yeah
My face ain’t getting any younger
Now I can see love’s taking her toll on me
Woke up, fell out of bed
Dragged a comb across my head
Let me go, blood drips from your camera
It’s like a knife held in your hand
What you’re mad about, I don’t know, and I don’t give a damn
Break the rules because I can
Oh, it kills me to think of you with another man
I was playin’ rock and roll, and you were just a fan
But my guitar couldn’t hold you, so I split the band
Love lies bleedin’ in my hands
Some other man, some other man
Some other man, some other man
Always hangin’ around
I’d rather be dead, I’d be rather dead
I’d rather be dead, I’d be rather dead
Than to see you with another man
He follows the wrong directions
Perfect English words all right
But with the wrong inflections
But look at the dust at his feet
He’s not the one she loves
It was a different man, no he’s never been found
You can be so up, you can be so down
It was a different man, no he’s never been there
You can be halfway, you can be all there
I’d rather see you dead, little girl
Than to be with another man
You better keep your head, little girl
Or you won’t know where I am
You better run for your life if you can, little girl
Hide your head in the sand, little girl
Catch you with another man, that’s the end, little girl
You can run on for a long time
Run on for a long time
Run on for a long time
Sooner or later, God’ll cut you down
Sooner or later, God’ll cut you down
Go tell that long tongue liar
Go and tell that midnight rider
Tell the rambler, the gambler, the back biter
Tell them that God’s gonna cut ’em down
Tell them that God’s gonna cut ’em down
God’s gonna get you for that.
Father forgive me
I tried not to do it
Turned over a new leaf
Then tore right through it
Whatever you taught me
I didn’t believe it
Father you fought me
'Cause I didn’t care
And I still don’t understand
No matter when or where or who
Has one thing in common too
It’s a, it’s a, it’s a, it’s a sin
It’s a sin
I am just an ageing drummer boy
And in the wars I used to play
And I’ve called a tune to many-a-torture session
Now they say I am a war criminal
And I’m fading away
Father, please hear my confession
I have legalized robbery, called it belief
I have run with the money
I have a-hid like a thief
Re-written history with my armies and my crooks
Invented memories
I did burn all the books
And I can still hear his laughter
And I can still hear his song
The man’s too big
The man’s too strong
“Baby Jesu,” pa-rum-pa-pum-pum
“I am a poor boy too,” pa-rum-pa-pum-pum
“I have no gift to bring,” pa-rum-pa-pum-pum
“That’s fit to give a king,” pa-rum-pa-pum-pum
Rum-pa-pum-pum, rum-pa-pum-pum
“Shall I play for you,” pa-rum-pa-pum-pum
“On my drum?”
And when the drummer starts beating that beat
He nails that beat with the syncopated rhythm
With the rat-tat-tat-tat-tat-tat on the drums, hey!
Turn the beat around - Ooh, I’m talkin’ 'bout the beat
Love to hear percussion - Ah, my, my, my, my
Turn it upside down - Oh-oh-oh, oh, yeah
Love to hear the percussion - Love to hear the beat, nah, nah
Ten silver saxes, a bass with a bow
The drummer relaxes and waits between shows
For his cinnamon girl.
Seventy-six trombones led the big parade
With a hundred and ten corners close at hand
They were followed by rows and rows
Of the finest virtuosos
The cream of every famous band