I’d like to get you on a slow boat to China
All to myself alone
Get you and keep you in my arms evermore
Leave all your lovers weeping on the faraway shore
I like to see you boogie
Right across the floor
I like to do it to you
Till you holla for more
I like to reggae
But you dance too fast for me
I’d like to make love to you
So you can make me scream
I want to go where the people dance
I want some action, I want to live!
Action, I got so much to give
I want to give it
I want to get some too
Oh, I
I love the nightlife
I’ve got to boogie on the disco 'round, oh yea
I hear you calling, and it’s needles and pins
I want to hurt you just to hear you screaming my name
Don’t wanna touch you, but you’re under my skin
I wanna kiss you but your lips are venomous poison
You’re poison running through my veins
You’re poison; I don’t wanna break these chains
There’s Howard Hughes in blue suede shoes
Smiling at the majorette, smoking Winston cigarettes
And as the song and dance begins
The children play at home
With needles
Needles and pins
Combustion, suggestions, roaring engines
Jewels and lathes that build a world
Titanic Howard Hughes, an aimless king
Always spoiling the best things you done
So red squares and wavy leaves
Delicate glass kisses, delicate lips
Russian autumn heart
Russian autumn heart
Russian autumn heart
How can I save my little boy
From Oppenheimer’s deadly toy?
There is no monopoly of common sense
On either side of the political fence
We share the same biology
Regardless of ideology
Believe me when I say to you
I hope the Russians love their children too
Flew in from Miami Beach B.O.A.C
Didn’t get to bed last night
On the way the paper bag was on my knee
Man, I had a dreadful flight
I’m back in the U.S.S.R
You don’t know how lucky you are, boy
Back in the U.S.S.R
Last night I watched the news from Washington, the Capitol
The Russians escaped while we weren’t watching them
Like Russians will
Now we’ve got all this room, we’ve even got the moon
And I hear the U.S.S.R will be open soon
As vacation land for lawyers in love
Nibbling on bacon, chewing on cheese
Sam says, "Susie, honey, would you please
“Be my missus?”
Susie says yes with her kisses
Now he’s tickling her fancy, rubbing her toes
Muzzle to muzzle, now, anything goes as they wiggle
She starts to giggle
And they whirl and they twirl and they tango
Singing and jingling a jangle
Floating like the heavens above
Looks like muskrat love
Oh, Suzie Q, oh, Suzie Q
Oh, Suzie Q, baby, I love you, Suzie Q
I like the way you walk
I like the way you talk
I like the way you walk
I like the way you talk, Suzie Q
Well, say that you’ll be true
And never leave me blue, Suzie Q
Well, say that you’ll be mine
Baby, all the time, Suzie Q
Yo, listen up, here’s a story
About a little guy that lived in a blue world
And all day and all night and everything he sees is just
Blue, like him, inside and outside
Blue his house, with a blue little window
And a blue Corvette, and everything is blue for
Him, and himself, and everybody around
Cuz he ain’t got nobody to listen
Running down the avenue
See how the sun shines brightly in the city
All the streets where once was pity
Mr. Blue Sky is living here today!
Jealousy, turning saints into the sea
Swimming through sick lullabies, choking on your alibis
But it’s just the price I pay, destiny is calling me
Open up my eager eyes, 'cause I’m Mr. Brightside
Cellophane, Mr. Cellophane
Should have been my name; Mr. Cellophane
Cuz you can look right through me; walk right by me
And never know I’m there
I used to be such a sweet, sweet thing
Until they got a hold of me
I opened doors for little old ladies
I helped the blind to see
I got no friends 'cause they read the papers
They can’t be seen with me and I’m getting shot down
And I’m feeling mean
No more Mister Nice Guy
No more Mister Clean
No more Mister Nice Guy
They say he’s sick , he’s obscene
Open the door, Richard
Open the door, and let me in
Open the door, Richard (Richard!)
Richard, why don’t you open that door?
Richard, open the door, man! It’s cold out here in this air. Now look: there’s that woman across the street lookin’ out the windah. Every time I’m late wondering “Where’s he been? Where’s he been?”
Count Basie
Don’t open the door to strangers
Don’t let them in, to your heart
They only want to take you far from me
Don’t open the door tonight
Don’t trust the man in the windows
Don’t let him buy all your dreams
He only wants to make them all his own
Don’t open the door tonight
Don’t answer me
Don’t break the silence, don’t let me win
Don’t answer me
Stay on your island, don’t let me in
Run away and hide from everyone
Can you change the things we’ve said and done?
Don’t speak
I know just what you’re sayin’
So please stop explainin’
Don’t tell me 'cause it hurts