My brother, sat me right down and he talked to me
He kept trying to tell me that I ought not to let you just walk on me
And I’m sure he meant well, but when our talk was through
I said, “Brother, if you only knew, you’d wish that you were in my shoes”
You just keep on using me until you use me up
I want a love that’s right
But right is only half of what’s wrong
I want a short haired girl
Who sometimes wears it twice as long
Now I’m stepping out this old brown shoe
Baby, I’m in love with you
I’m so glad you came here, it won’t be the same now
I’m telling you
I want a girl with a mind like a diamond
I want a girl who knows what’s best
I want a girl with shoes that cut
And eyes that burn like cigarettes
I want a girl with the right allocations
Who is fast, and thorough, and sharp as a tack
She’s playing with her jewelry
She’s putting up her hair
She’s touring the facility
And picking up slack
I want a girl with a short skirt
And a long jacket
I need a woman 'bout twice my height
Statuesque, raven-tressed, a goddess of the night
A secret incantation, candle burning blue
We’ll consult the spirits, maybe they’ll know what to do
Goin’ up to the spirit in the sky
That’s where I’m gonna go when I die
When I die and they lay me to rest
I’m gonna go to the place that’s the best
I’ll fly away, oh glory
I’ll fly away
When I die, hallelujah by and by
I’ll fly away
Hallelujah, I’m a bum!
Hallelujah, bum again!
Hallelujah, give us a handout
And revive us again!
Oh, springtime has come
And I’m just out of jail,
Without any money,
Without any bail.
Trad.
Springtime for Hitler and Germany
Deutschland is happy and gay
We’re marching to a faster pace
Look out, here comes the master race
I’ve always thought of you
As my brick wall
Built like an angel
Six feet tall
Six feet tall
Heaven, must be missin’ an angel
Missin’ one angel, child
'Cause you’re here with me right now
(Your love is heavenly, baby
Heavenly to me, baby)
Everyone is trying to get to the bar
The name of the bar, the bar is called Heaven
The band in Heaven, they play my favorite song
They play it once again, they play it all night long
Heaven (Heaven) is a place
A place where nothing
Nothing ever happens
Heaven (Heaven)
Heaven is a place
A place where nothing
Nothing ever happens
Play that funky music, white boy
Won’t you take me to
Funkytown?
Won’t you take me to
Funkytown?
Gotta make a move to a town that’s right for me
Town to keep me movin’
Keep me groovin’ with some energy
We’ll keep on spending sunny days this way
We’re gonna talk and laugh our time away
I feel it comin’ closer day by day
Life would be ecstasy, you and me endlessly
Groovin’, on a Sunday afternoon
Knowing that you would have wanted it this way
I do believe I’m feeling stronger every day
Now that I know
That you want me for me
I can be what you want
I can be what you need
Now that I know
That your love is for real
I can finally see
This is not make believe anymore
I’m not aware of too many things
I know what I know, if you know what I mean
Philosophy is the talk on a cereal box
Religion is the smile on a dog
I’m not aware of too many things
I know what I know if you know what I mean
Little do you know
Of the progressions that you teach
The people that you reach are tired
Of livin’ in a world of elastic towers
Dance with them and sing a song of changes
And talk with them of life and all its dangers
Surround yourself with now familiar strangers
Who kiss and who hug and eventually mug you of your time
Your faith was strong but you needed proof
You saw her bathing on the roof
Her beauty and the moonlight overthrew her
She tied you to a kitchen chair
She broke your throne, and she cut your hair
And from your lips she drew the Hallelujah
Hallelujah
Almost cut my hair
It happened just the other day
It’s gettin’ kinda long
I coulda said it wasn’t in my way
But I didn’t and I wonder why
I feel like letting my freak flag fly
Yes, I feel like I owe it to someone