A long, long time ago
I can still remember how that music used to make me smile
And I knew if I had my chance that I could make those people dance
And maybe they’d be happy for a while
But February made me shiver
With every paper I’d deliver
Bad news on the doorstep
I couldn’t take one more step
A gypsy of a strange and distant time
Travelling in panic all directions blind
Aching for the warmth of a burning sun
Freezing in the emptiness of where she’d come from
Oh oh, oh oh oh oh oh
Oh oh, oh oh oh oh oh
Left without a hope of coming home
Gypsy woman said to me
“One thing you must bear in your mind
You are young and you are free
But damned if you’re deceased in your own lifetime”
We are young
Heartache to heartache we stand
No promises
No demands
Love is a battlefield
We are strong
No one can tell us we’re wrong
Searching our hearts for so long
Both of us knowing
Love is a battlefield
It’s a heartache
Nothing but a heartache
Hits you when it’s too late
Hits you when you’re down
It’s a fool’s game
Nothing but a fool’s game
Standing in the cold rain
Feeling like a clown
With her hands in my hair, oh, I love the way she touches
I’m a mess; I don’t care, and I kinda fucking love it, boy
You should have known I’d have a better time with her
Ooh, thank God you introduced me to your sister
I miss my sister, why’d she go?
She’s the one who would have taken me
To my first all-ages show.
It was the Violent Femmes and the Del Fuegos,
Before they had a record out.
Before they went gold,
And started to grow.
I’m just a regular Joe with a regular job
I’m your average white suburbanite slob
I like football, and porno, and books about war
I’ve got an average house with a nice hardwood floor
My wife and my job, my kids and my car
My feet on the table, and a Cuban cigar
But sometimes, that just ain’t enough to keep a man like me interested
Oh no, no way, uh-uh
No, I’ve gotta go out and have fun at someone else’s expense
Oh, yeah, oh, yeah, oh yeah yeah yeah
I drive really slow in the ultra-fast lane
While people behind me are going insane!
I’m an asshole!
Hey! Do you know what you are?
You’re an asshole! An ASSHOLE!
Some of you might not agree
'Cause you probably likes a lot of misery
But think a while and you will see…
Broken hearts are for assholes
Broken hearts are for assholes
Are you an asshole?
Broken hearts are for assholes
Are you an asshole too?
Whatcha gonna do, 'cause you’re an asshole
Catching flies in his mouth
Tasting freedom while he dares
Then crawling back, back to the top
Top of the stairs
Of the stairs
He won’t see the sun again for years again
He’s broken out in love
Sitting on the park bench
Eyeing little girls with bad intent.
Snot is running down his nose
Greasy fingers smearing shabby clothes.
Hey Aqualung
Drying in the cold sun
Watching as the frilly panties run.
Hey Aqualung
Feeling like a dead duck
Spitting out pieces of his broken luck.
Whoa, Aqualung
I see a red door and I want to paint it, black
No colors anymore; I want them to turn black
I see the girls walk by, dressed in their summer clothes
I have to turn my head until my darkness goes
Ooh, and all I taught her was everything
Mmm, oh, I know she gave me all that she wore
And now my bitter hands chafe beneath the clouds
Of what was everything
All the pictures had all been washed in black
Tattooed everything
Beautiful tats (yeah), all over my back (all over)
And I’ve got some space here, on the side of my face here (haha)
For another tattoo, baby
(Noth-noth-nother tattoo, babe, noth-nother tattoo)
Another tattoo baby
(Noth-noth-nother tattoo, babe, noth-nother tattoo)
No, I’m not high (high)
I’m really okay (okay)
I chased a polecat up a tree
Way out upon a limb
And when he got the best of me
I got the worst of him
Ho-hum, the tune is dumb
The words don’t mean a thing
Isn’t this a silly song
For anyone to sing?
Grab a fence post! Hold it tight!
Whomp your partner with all your might!
Hit him in the shin! Hit him in the head!
Hit him again! That critter ain’t dead.
Whomp him low and whomp him high!
Stick your finger in his eye!
Pretty little rhythm, pretty little sound
Bang your heads against the ground!
I’m Popeye the Sailor Man
I’m Popeye the Sailor Man
I’m strong to the finish cuz I eats me spinach
I’m Popeye the Sailor Man
I’m one tough gazookus
Who hates all palookas
Who ain’t on the ups and square
I biffs em and bobs em
And always out rocks em
And none of them get nowhere
If anyone dasses to risk me fisk
It’s “boff” and it’s “wham”, understan?
So keep good behavior, that’s your one lifesaver
With Popeye the Sailor Man
I’m Popeye the Sailor Man
I’m Popeye the Sailor Man
I’m strong to the finish cuz I eats me spinach
I’m Popeye the Sailor Man
Easy come, easy go
Up, down, all around, kiss and kiss
And pound for pound, delicious
Mmm so nutritious
Sailor beware take it slow
Easy come, easy go
She is not anywhere
On water land or air
A mirage girl
Forget her, forever
Sailor
Far from the sea
Sailor
Sailor
Caribbean queen, now we’re sharing the same dream
And our hearts can beat as one
No more love on the run