You just call out my name
And you know, wherever I am
I’ll come runnin’
To see you again
Winter, spring, summer or fall
All you have to do is call
And I’ll be there
You’ve got a friend
Good evening and welcome to Slaggers
Featuring Denis O’Bell
Come on Ringo, let’s hear it for Denis
Good evening
You know my name
Look, look, look up the number
You know my name
That’s right, look up the number
I stuck around St. Petersburg when I saw it was a time for a change
I Killed the Tsar and his ministers, Anastasia screamed in vain
I rode a tank, Held a general’s rank
When the blitzkrieg raged and the bodies stank
Pleased to meet you
Hope you guess my name
Cause what’s puzzling you
Is just the nature of my game
Come on, come on, come on
Many a tear has to fall
But it’s all in the game
All in the wonderful game
That we know as love
You have words with him
And your future’s looking dim
But these things your hearts can rise above
Don’t know much about history
Don’t know much biology
Don’t know much about science book
Don’t know much about the French I took (But I do know)
But I do know that I love you
And I know that if you loved me too
What a wonderful, wonderful world this would be
I’d like to teach the world to sing in perfect harmony
Then the teacher told me
It had been a lot of fun
Thanked me for his ticket
And all that I had done
Hey man, what’s the plan?
What was that you said?
Sun tanned, drink in hand
Lying there in bed
Young teacher, the subject of schoolgirl fantasy
She wants him so badly, knows what she wants to be
Inside her, there’s longing, this girl’s an open page
Bookmarking, she’s so close now
This girl is half his age
Don’t stand, don’t stand so
Don’t stand so close to me
Don’t stand, don’t stand so
Don’t stand so close to me
She was too young to fall in love
And I was too young to know
She left her neighborhood, in which everyone was filthy rich
She left her parents’ home and strayed with a vagabond who made
Vows of love she’d never heard, and she believed his every word
She left no forwarding address, just took her youth and happiness
As with the boy she vanished in, the secret sweetness of their sin
A young girl
A young girl of sixteen
Child of springtime, still green
Lying here by the road
Father snores as his wife gets into her dressing gown
Picks up the letter that’s lying there
Standing alone at the top of the stairs
She breaks down and cries to her husband
"Daddy, our baby’s gone!
"Why would she treat us so thoughtlessly?
“How could she do this to me?”
Runaway train never going back
Wrong way on a one-way track
Seems like I should be getting somewhere
Somehow, I’m neither here nor there
Ahh, you’ve gone to the finest schools, alright Miss Lonely
But you know you only used to get juiced in it
Nobody’s ever taught you how to live out on the street
And now you’re gonna have to get used to it
You say you never compromise
With the mystery tramp, but now you realize
He’s not selling any alibis
As you stare into the vacuum of his eyes
And say do you want to make a deal?
If you really want to melt down your mind
Crank it up to straight double time
If you really want to have you some fun
Spit right down on everyone
If you’ve got the strength to scream out “Hell Why?”
The wheels of life are passing you by
You might as well get juiced
Might as well get juiced
Bottle of wine, fruit of the vine
When you gonna let me get sober?
Let me alone, let me go home
Let me go back to start over
Ramblin’ around this dirty old town
Singin’ for nickels and dimes
Times getting tough, I ain’t got enough
To buy a little bottle of wine
I went up to this girl
She said “hi, my name Sheena”
I thought she’d be good to go with a little funky cold Medina,
She said “i’d like a drink”, I said “ok, I’ll go get it”
And then a couple of sips, she cold licked her lips and I knew that she was
With it
So I took her to my crib
And everything went well as planned
But when she got undressed it was big old mess
Sheena was a man
So I threw him out
I don’t fool around with no Oscar Meyer wiener
You must be sure that the girl is pure for the funky cold Medina
She says, “Hey babe, take a walk on the wild side”
Said, “Hey honey, take a walk on the wild side”
Well, I’d left home just a week before
And I’d never, ever kissed a woman before
But Lola smiled, took me by the hand
She said, “Little boy, gonna make you a man”
Well, I’m not the world’s most masculine man
But I know what I am and I’m glad I’m a man
And so is Lola
Well the kids are all hopped up and ready to go
They’re ready to go now they got their surfboards
And they’re going to the discotheque Au Go Go
But she just couldn’t stay she had to break away
Well New York City really has is all oh yeah, oh yeah
Sheena is a punk rocker
Sheena is a punk rocker
Sheena is a punk rocker now
Lying here in the darkness, I hear the sirens wail
Somebody’s going to emergency, somebody’s going to jail
If you find somebody to love in this world, you’d better hang on tooth and nail
The wolf is always at the door
In a New York minute, everything can change