I remember to this day the bright red Georgia clay
And how it stuck to the tires after the summer rain
Will power made that old car go
A woman’s mind told me that so
Oh how I wish we were back on the road again
Just about a year ago
I set out on the road
Seekin’ my fame and fortune
Lookin’ for a pot of gold
Things got bad, and things got worse
I guess you will know the tune
Oh, Lord, stuck in Lodi again
An’ me, I nearly got busted
An’ wouldn’t it be my luck
To get caught without a ticket
And be discovered beneath a truck
Oh, Mama, can this really be the end
To be stuck inside of Mobile
With the Memphis blues again
Summertime in equatorial Manhattan
And all the people with the puddles on their backs
Are filling up the cracks
Between the cars and buildings
I don’t care you’re white, or red, or black, or Latin
The season’s scratching like a hamster on your head
You take a little walk outside
“One with onions and a small papaya”
You’re sitting underneath a gingko tree
Crazy people in their suits go by ya
It may be hazy but it’s still
A beautiful place
Summertime in Virginia was a oven (oven)
All the kids eating ice cream with their cousins (cousins)
I was studyin’ while you was playing the dozens (dozens)
Don’t act like you was there when you wasn’t
Runnin’ from the man (man) runnin’ from the badge (badge)
Don’t act like you was there when you wasn’t
Runnin’ toward our plans (plans) and the judges hands (hands)
Don’t act like you was there when you wasn’t
The fox is done running
And the beast is at bay
He’d run them in circles
By the end of the day
And they chased him through the brambles
And they chased him through the fields
And they could chase him forever
But the fox would not yield
What does the fox say?
Say it loud, say it clear
You can listen as well as you hear
“Pour some sugar on me…”
You got me lifted shifted higher than a ceiling
And ooh-wee it’s the ultimate feeling
You got me lifted feeling so gifted
Suga, how you get so fly?
Now once, I was downhearted
Disappointment was my closest friend
But then you came, and it soon departed
You know, and it never showed its face again
You know your love (your love keeps lifting me)
Keeps on lifting me (love keeps lifting me)
Higher, higher and higher
You know your love keeps on
Lifting me higher and higher
Up, up and away
My beautiful
My beautiful balloon
He’ll fly his astral plane
Take you trips around the bay
Bring you back the same day
Timothy Leary
Because it’s all inside
Because it’s all inside
I was born to fly, fly pretty high
So waste your time
On people who don’t know which way to go
They’ll never take you up
Never take you up in the sky
Because it’s all in the mind
Raise the sky
We got to fly over the land, over the sea
Fate unwinds; and if we die, souls arise
God, do not seize me please, till victory
When I’m flying on a plane or I’m on the street
There’s a lot of friendly people that I like to meet
They shake my hand and never ask my name
And they start asking questions that are always the same, hey:
“What’s Michael J. Fox like?” “He’s nice.”
“What’s Christopher Lloyd like?” “Kinda quiet.”
“What’s Crispin Glover like?” “…Unusual.”
Stop asking me the question!
Like Steve McQueen
All I need’s a fast machine
I’m gonna make it all right (ooh, ooh)
Like Steve McQueen
Underneath your radar screen
You’ll never catch me tonight (ooh, ooh)
Yeah, Ali McGraw got mad with you
For givin’ head to Steve McQueen
Yeah, you and me, we made a pretty pair
Fallin’ through the silver screen
Honey, I’m open to anythin’
I don’t know where to draw the line
Yeah, I’m makin’ bets that you gonna get
John Wayne before he dies
And Roy Rogers is riding tonight
Across that wide silver screen
One thousand names that spring up in my mind
One thousand names that spring up in my mind
Like Dio Donna, Mike Collins you know, Robert DeNiro, so many others
Nastassja Kinski and Martin Luther
There’s room for others away from me, ohh
Up on the catwalk