The love between the two of us was dying
And it got so bad I knew I had to leave
But halfway down that highway when I turned around I saw
My little daughter running after me
Crying
Daddy, don’t you walk so fast
Daddy, don’t you walk so fast (my daughter cried)
Daddy, slow down some ‘cause you’re makin’ me run
Daddy, don’t you walk so fast
Don’t cry, daddy
Daddy, please don’t cry
Daddy, you’ve still got me and little Tommy
And together we’ll find a brand new mommy
Daddy, daddy, please laugh again
Daddy, ride us on your back again
Oh, daddy, please, don’t cry
When I come home baby
And I’ve been working all night long
I put my daughter on my knee, and she says
Daddy what’s wrong?
She whispers in my ear so sweet
You know what she says, she says
Ooh, daddy you’re a fool to cry
You’re a fool to cry
And it makes me wonder why
And I wonder if you know
What it means, what it means
And I wonder if you know
What it means to find your dreams
And I wonder
If there’s a bustle in your hedgerow, don’t be alarmed now
It’s just a spring clean for the May Queen
Yes, there are two paths you can go by, but in the long run
And there’s still time to change the road you’re on
And it makes me wonder
Oh, I wonder wonder who, be-do-oo, who –
Who wrote the book of love?
-“BB”-
Yeah, don’t tell me you don’t know what love is
When you’re old enough to know better
When you find strange hands in your sweater
When your dreamboat turns out to be a footnote
I’m a man with a mission in two or three editions
And I’m giving you a longing look
Everyday, everyday, everyday, everyday, everyday
Everyday I write the book
And when I write the book about my love
It will be about a man who’s torn in half
About his hopes and ambitions wasted through the years
The pain will be written on every page in tears
When I write the book about my love
If they asked me I could write a book
About the way you walk and whisper and look
I could write the preface on how we met
So the world would never forget
Dear Sir or Madam
Could you read my book?
It took me years to write
Will you take a look?
It’s based on novel
By a man named Lear
And I need a job
So I want to be a paperback writer
Paperback writer
Why don’t you write me?
I’m out in the jungle
I’m hungry to hear you
Now most every morning
I stare out the window
I think about where you might be
I’ve written you letters that I’d like to send
If you would just send one to me
Don’t give up on us, baby
Don’t make the wrong seem right
The future isn’t just one night
It’s written in the moonlight
And painted on the stars
We can’t change ours
I feel it in my fingers, I feel it in my toes
Well, love is all around me
And so the feeling growls
It’s written on the wind, it’s everywhere I go
So if you really love me
Come on and let it show
Gonna use my arms
Gonna use my legs
Gonna use my style
Gonna use my sidestep
Gonna use my fingers
Gonna use my, my, my, imagination
She’s got legs, she knows how to use them
She never begs, she knows how to choose them
She’s holdin’ leg, wonder how to feel them
Would you get behind them if you could only find them?
She’s my baby, she’s my baby
Yeah, it’s alright, oh yeah
Say it’s all right (it’s all right)
Say it’s all right (it’s all right)
It’s all right, have a good time
'Cause it’s all right, whoa, it’s all right
We’re gonna move it slow
When lights are low
When you move it slow, it sounds like more
And it’s all right, whoa, it’s all right
Let the good times roll
Let them knock you around
Let the good times roll
Let them make you a clown
Let them leave you up in the air
Let them brush your rock and roll hair
Let the good times roll
Look around your world pretty baby
Is it everything you hoped it’d be?
The wrong guy, the wrong situation
The right time to roll to me
Roll to me
I got a rockin’ pneumonia
I need a shot of rhythm and blues
I think I got it off the writer
Sittin’ down by the rhythm review
Roll over Beethoven
We’re rockin’ in two by two