You say you want a revolution
Well, you know
We all want to change the world
Ten years livin’ in a paper bag
Feedback, baby, he’s a flipped out cat
He’s a platinum canary, drinkin’ Falstaff beer
Mercedes Ruehl and a rented Lear
Bottom feeder, insincere
Prophet lo-fi pioneer
Sell the house and go to school
Get a young girlfriend, daddy’s jewel
A change (A change would do you good)
Would do you good (A change would do you good)
I think a change (A change would do you good)
Would do you good (A change would do you good)
I was 21 years when I wrote this song
I’m 22 now, but I won’t be for long
People ask when will you grow up to be a man
But all the girls I loved at school
Are already pushing prams
I loved you then as I love you still
Though I put you on a pedestal
They put you on the pill
I don’t feel bad about letting you go
I just feel sad about letting you know
I don’t want to change the world
I’m just looking for another girl
I don’t want to change the world
I’m not looking for a new England
I’m just looking for another girl
Watching girls go passing by
It ain’t the latest thing
I’m just standing in a doorway
I’m just trying to make some sense
Out of these girls passing by
The tales they tell of men
I’m not waiting on a lady
I’m just waiting on friend
The boys watch the girls while the girls watch the boys who watch the girls go by
Eye to eye, they solemnly convene to make the scene
Which is the name of the game, watch a guy watch a dame on any street in town
Up and down and over and across, romance is boss
She’s totally committed
To major independence
But she’s a lady through and through
She gives them quite a battle
All that they can handle
She’ll bruise some
She’ll hurt some too
But oh, they love to watch her strut
Oh, they do respect her but
They love to watch her strut
Take this pink ribbon off my eyes
I’m exposed and it’s no big surprise
Don’t you think I know exactly where I stand?
This world is forcing me to hold your hand
'Cause I’m just a girl, oh, little old me
Well, don’t let me out of your sight
Oh, I’m just a girl, all pretty and petite
So don’t let me have any rights
Oh, I’ve had it up to here
Bus driver, please look for me,
'Cause I couldn’t bear to see what I might see.
I’m really still in prison, and my love, she holds the key.
A simple yellow ribbon’s what I need to set me free.
Whoa, tie a yellow ribbon 'round the ole oak tree
It’s been three long years, do you still want me?
If I don’t see a ribbon round the ole oak tree
I’ll stay on the bus, forget about us, put the blame on me
If I don’t see a yellow ribbon 'round the ole oak tree
Take the ribbon from my hair
Shake it loose and let it fall
Lay it soft upon my skin
Like the shadows on the wall
Come and lay down by my side
Til the early mornin’ light
All I’m takin’ is your time
Help me make it through the night
Me and Crazy Janey was makin’ love in the dirt
Singin’ our birthday songs
Janey said it was time to go
So we closed our eyes and said goodbye to Gypsy Angel Row
Felt so right
Together we moved like spirits in the night (all night)
In the night (all night)
I close my eyes
Only for a moment
And the moment’s gone
All my dreams
Pass before my eyes a curiosity
Dust in the wind
All they are is dust in the wind
OH, YOUR RED SCARF MATCHES YOUR EYES,
YOU CLOSED YOUR COVER BEFORE STRIKING,
FATHER HAD THE SHIPFITTER BLUES,
LOVING YOU HAS MADE ME BANANAS,
OH, YOU BURNT YOUR FINGER THAT EVENING,
WHILE MY BACK WAS TURNED,
I ASKED THE WAITER FOR IODINE,
BUT I DINED ALL ALONE,
LOVING YOU HAS MADE ME BANANAS
(Words and Music by Guy Marks)
You keep playin’ where you shouldn’t be playin’
And you keep thinkin’ that you’ll never get burnt, ha!
I just found me a brand-new box of matches, yeah
And what he knows, you ain’t had time to learn
Well, I’ve got a brand-new pair of roller skates
You’ve got a brand-new key
I think that we should get together
And try them on to see
I got a brand new car
And I like to drive real hard
I got a brand new car
And I’m feeling good so far
Take her on the highway for a little spin
I want to see the kind of shape she’s in
And I got a brand new star
Jack her up baby, go on, open the hood
I want to check if her oil smells good
Mm, smells like caviar
Nobody gonna take my car
I’m gonna race it to the ground
Nobody gonna beat my car
It’s gonna break the speed of sound
Ooh it’s a killing machine
It’s got everything
Like a driving power big fat tires
And everything
I love it and I need it
I bleed it
Yeah it’s a wild hurricane
Alright hold tight
I’m a highway star
He loves your
Electric dumplings
Red bell peppers
Fuel injection
Service charge
Five-speed gearbox
Long endurance
Quest for junk food
Big refrigerator
Trembling Wilbury
Marble earrings
Porky curtains
Power steering
Bottled water
Parts and services
Come to me for service
Every hundred miles
Baby, let me check your points
Fix your overdrive
Talking 'bout love
I’m talking 'bout love
I’m talking 'bout
Baby, you can drive my car
Yes I’m gonna be a star
Baby, you can drive my car
And, maybe I’ll love you…