Do you wanna be an angel? Do you wanna be a star?
Do you wanna play some magic on my guitar?
Do you wanna be a poet? Do you wanna be my string?
You could be anything
Do you wanna be the player?
Do you wanna be the song?
Let me tell you something
It just don’t mean a thing
Still you turn me on
Oh-oh, you turn me on
So you want to be a rock and roll star?
Then listen now to what I say
Just get an electric guitar
Then take some time and learn how to play
Jenny said when she was just five years old
You know there’s nothing happening at all
Every time she puts on the radio
There was nothing goin’ down at all
Then one fine mornin’ she puts on a New York station
She couldn’t believe what she heard at all
She started dancin’ to that fine fine music
You know her life was saved by Rock ‘n’ Roll
Despite all the amputations
You could just dance to a rock ‘n’ roll station
There’s always something magic
There’s always something new
And when you really really need it the most
That’s when rock and roll dreams come through
When I was young
I’d listen to the radio
Waitin’ for my favorite songs
When they played I’d sing along
It made me smile.
Those were such happy times
And not so long ago
How I wondered where they’d gone
But they’re back again
Just like a long lost friend
All the songs I loved so well.
Every Sha-la-la-la
Every Wo-o-wo-o
Still shines
Every shing-a-ling-a-ling
That they’re startin’ to sing’s
So fine.
When I was a young boy
Tenements, slums, and corner bums
Playing tag with winos
The only way to have some fun
Well I’m on my way
I don’t know where I’m going
But I’m on my way
I’m taking my time but I don’t know why
Goodbye Rosie, the Queen of Corona
It’s me and Julio down by the schoolyard
There on the beach
I could see it in her eyes
I only had a Corona
Five-cent deposit
Cause I’m a shotgun
Holding onto reruns
Trying not to look dumb
Strumming til my day’s done
I’m a beach bum
Tripping over cheap rum
Hoping that you save some
Been dreaming since you showed up
Pushing my luck
Sleeping in my swim trunks
Hanging onto pay stubs
Living out of my trunk
Isn’t this it
Swinging for the fences
Dulling all my senses
I knew you never meant it
Pump action Mr. Jackson
I was cocked and loaded
Woke up in the morning
Both my barrels smoking
Buck shot salt rock
I’m climbing up a ladder
Window sills and doctor bills
And she keeps getting fatter
You’re in trouble boy
You better run
Here comes your woman
With a shotgun
Well, the crowd went away
And I began to pray
And the water fell on the floor
And I’m telling you, son
Well, it ain’t no fun
Staring straight down a .44
Well, he turned and screamed at Linda Lou
And that’s the break I was looking for
And you could hear me screaming a mile away
As I headed out towards the door
Hot sun beating down
Burning my feet just walking around
Hot sun makin’ me sweat
Gators getting close, hasn’t got me yet
I can’t dance
I can’t talk
Only thing about me is the way I walk
I can’t dance
I can’t sing
I’m just standing here selling everything
I don’t know much about dancin’
That’s why I got this song
One of my legs is shorter than the other
And both my feet’s too long
‘Course now right along with ‘em
I got no natural rhythm
But I go dancin’ every night
Hopin’ one day I might get it right
I’m a Dancin’ fool
I’m a Dancin’ fool
I’m a Dancin’ fool
I’m a Dancin’ fool
Three A.M. on a Saturday
Toes touching on the couch as I sigh and say
“I’ve accepted my fate with you”
You smiled and you knew that was your cue
Dinner with our feet up
Making love with just our socks on
Then realizing that I miss ya
But if you called it tomorrow, I wouldn’t blame ya
Wednesday morning at five o’clock
As the day begins
Silently closing her bedroom door
Leaving the note that she hoped would say more
She goes down the stairs to the kitchen
Clutching her handkerchief
Quietly turning the backdoor key
Stepping outside, she is free
I just wanna make out… what you’re saying
(Read my lips, it’s what you’re looking for)
Here I am a sneaking-up behind you
(You can always come in my backdoor)
Let’s duet in ways that make us feel good
Let’s duet, and make that sacred sound
Put two and two together, perfect harmony we’ve found
We know it’s only natural, let’s duet
Let’s dance
Put on your red shoes and dance the blues
Let’s dance
To the song they’re playing on the radio
I’ll never be your beast of burden
So let’s go home and draw the curtains
Music on the radio
Come on baby make sweet love to me
Am I hard enough
Am I rough enough
Am I rich enough
I’m not too blind to see
Shatter the invisible shackles of uncertainty
Break the oppressive bonds of self-doubt
Live in the now and alway be present
The path is the goal
A daily mantra recited
Words of protection
I will not anguish over falseness
For death is most certain
Break free from cycles of past
I lay my burdens to rest
Sudden problems shouldn’t take away the startled memory
All in all, the journey takes you all the way
As apart from any reality that you’ve ever seen and known
Guessing problems only to deceive the mention
Passing paths that climb halfway into the void
As we cross from side to side, we hear the total mass retain