The lunatic is in my head
You raise the blade
You make the change
You rearrange me 'til I’m sane
You lock the door
And throw away the key
There’s someone in my head but it’s not me
You can take me to the paradise
And then again you can be cold as ice
I’m over my head (over my head)
Oh, but it sure feels nice
(Rest in peace, Christine.)
And we’re glowing like the metal on the edge of a knife
Glowing like the metal on the edge of a knife
C’mon! Hold on tight!
C’mon! Hold on tight!
Thought it’s cold and lonely in the deep dark night
I can see paradise by the dashboard light
Well, I’m hot blooded, check it and see
I got a fever of a hundred and three
Come on baby, do you do more than dance?
I’m hot blooded, I’m hot blooded
Take your baby by the hair
And pull her close and there, there, there
And take your baby by the ears
And play upon her darkest fears
We were so in phase
In our dance hall days
We were cool on craze
When I, you and everyone we knew
Could believe, do and share in what was true
Those were the days my friend
We thought they’d never end
We’d sing and dance forever and a day
We’d live the life we choose
We’d fight and never lose
Those were the days, oh yes those were the days
[Could have gone into the TV one as well]
Boy, the way Glenn Miller played
Songs that made the hit parade
Guys like me we had it made
Those were the days
Didn’t need no welfare state
Ev’rybody pulled his weight
Gee our old LaSalle ran great
Those were the days
So we call it ‘Opus One’
It’s not for Sammy Kaye, hey, hey, hey
It’s ‘Opus One’
It’s got to swing, not sway, baby
If Mr. Les Brown can make it renowned
And Ray Anthony could rock it for me
There’s never a doubt, you’ll knock yourself out
Whenever you get near ‘Opus One’
What good is melody, what good is music
If it ain’t possessin’ something sweet
It ain’t the melody, it ain’t the music
There’s something else that makes the tune complete
It don’t mean a thing, if it ain’t got that swing
Do you like good music?
Huh, that sweet soul music
Just as long as it’s swingin’
Oh yeah, oh yeah
And we were swingin’
Yes, we were swingin’
Little Charlotte, she’s as pretty as the angels when they sing
I can’t believe I’m out here on her front porch in this swing
Just a-swingin’
The screen door slams
Mary’s dress waves
Like a vision she dances across the porch
As the radio plays
Roy Orbison singing for the lonely
Hey, that’s me and I want you only
Don’t turn me on again
I just can’t face myself alone again
She picks up her apron in little girl-fashion
As something comes into her mind
Slowly starts dancing remembering her girlhood
And all of the boys she had waiting in line
Oh, such are the dreams of the everyday housewife
You see everywhere any time of the day
An everyday housewife who gave up the good life for me
This is the happy house
We’re happy here in the happy house
Oh it’s such fun
We’ve come to play in the happy house
And waste a day in the happy house
It never rains
We’ve come to scream in the happy house
We’re in a dream in the happy house
We’re all quite sane
No cares have I to grieve me
No pretty little girls to deceive me
I’m happy as a lark believe me
As we go rolling, rolling home
Rolling home (rolling home)
Rolling home (rolling home)
By the light of the silvery moo-oo-on
Happy is the day when we line up for our pay
As we go rolling, rolling home
It’s a game, it’s a game, no let’s call it a shame
'Cause there’s no one to blame just to pay
You were a friend for a day, so don’t cry if I say
That you got what you want, it’s okay
An’ we’re goin’ through the motions
Yeah, we’re goin’ through the motions
Yeah, we’re goin’ through the motions
Goin’ through the motions
Many a tear have to fall
But it’s all in the game
All in the wonderful game
That we know as love
Games people play
You take it or you leave it
Things that say
Aren’t right
If I promised you the moon
And stars will you believe it
Games people play in the middle of the night
Mary Hill used to hang out in Cherry Hill Park
The games she played lasted all day 'til way after dark
All the girls they criticized her
But all the guys just idolized her
'Cause Mary Hill was such a thrill after dark
In Cherry Hill Park
I found my thrill
On Blueberry Hill