Look at all these idiots!
Look at all these tools!
An office full of morons
A factory full of fools!
Is it any wonder
I’m singing the blues?
Now look at them yo-yos, that’s the way you do it
You play the guitar on the MTV
That ain’t working, that’s the way you do it
Money for nothing and your chicks for free
Now that ain’t working, that’s the way you do it
Lemme tell ya, them guys ain’t dumb
Maybe get a blister on your little finger
Maybe get a blister on your thumb
Half-penny, two-penny, ashes to dust
Almighty dollar says “In God we trust”
Justice for money, how much more can I pay?
We all know it’s the American way!
And I don’t give a damn about a Greenback a-dollar
Spend it fast as I can
For a wailing song and a good guitar
The only things that I understand, poor boy
The only things that I understand
Early in the evenin’ just about supper time
Over by the courthouse they’re starting to unwind
Four kids on the corner trying to bring you up
Willy picks a tune out and he blows it on the harp
Down on the corner
Out in the street
Willy and the Poor Boys are playin’
Bring a nickel, tap your feet
Way past one, and feeling alright
'Cause with little Willy round they can last all night
Hey down, stay down, stay down down
'Cause little Willy, Willy won’t go home
But you can’t push Willy ‘round
Willy won’t go, try tellin’ everybody but, oh no
Little Willy, Willy won’t go home
Willie and Millie got married last fall
They had a little Willie Junior and that ain’t all
Well, the kids got crazy and it’s plain to see
Doing the Hand Jive on TV
It’s just your jive talkin’
You’re telling me lies, yeah
Jive talkin’
You wear a disguise
Jive talkin’
So misunderstood, yeah
Jive talkin’
You really no good
If I could turn the page
In time then I’d rearrange
Just a day or two
Close my, close my, close my eyes
But I couldn’t find a way
So I’ll settle for one day
To believe in you
Tell me, tell me, tell me lies
Well, I’m near the end and I just ain’t got the time
And I’m wasted and I can’t find my way home
My old man said follow the van
And don’t dilly-dally on the way
Off went the cart with the home packed in it
I walked behind with me old cock linnet
But I dillied and I dallied
And I dallied and I dillied
Lost the van and don’t know where to roam
I stopped on the way to have the old half quartern
And I can’t find my way home.
Isaac said he kissed you beneath the apple tree
When Benji held your hand, he felt electricity
When Alexander called you, he said he’d ring your chime
Christopher discovered you’re way ahead of your time
Stop, the love you save may be your own!
Darling, take it slow or someday you’ll be all alone
You’d better stop, the love you save may be your own
Darling, look both ways before you cross me
You’re headed for a danger zone
Help, I’m steppin’ into the twilight zone
Place is a madhouse, feels like being cloned
My beacon’s been moved under moon and star
Where am I to go, now that I’ve gone too far?
I’ve been stranded in the Combat Zone,
I walked through Bedford-Stuy alone,
Even rode my motorcycle in the rain.
And you told me not to drive,
But I made it home alive,
So you said that only proves that I’m insane.
You May Be Right – Billy Joel
Who’s gonna hold you down
When you shake?
Who’s gonna come around
When you break?
You can’t go on thinking
Nothing’s wrong, oh oh
Who’s gonna drive you home
Tonight?
If there’s something strange
In your neighborhood
Who you gonna call?
Ghostbusters!
If there’s something weird
And it don’t look good
Who you gonna call?
Ghostbusters!
It’s a beautiful day in the neighborhood
A beautiful day for a neighbor
Would you be mine?
Could you be mine?
The sun is shining in the sky
There ain’t a cloud in sight
It’s stopped raining, everybody’s in the play
And don’t you know it’s a beautiful new day?
Hey, hey, hey
Running down the avenue
See how the sun shines brightly
In the city, on the streets where once was pity
Mr. Blue Sky is living here today
Hey, hey, hey
Ha, ha, ha, beautiful Sunday
This is my, my, my, beautiful day
When you say, say, say, say that you love me
Oh my, my, my, it’s a beautiful day
Beautiful Sunday – Daniel Boone
-“BB”-
I’m just tryin’ to find me
A pretty smile that I can get into
It’s true, I’m lost without you
Another lonely park, another Sunday
Why is it life turns out that way
Just when you think you got a good thing
It seems to slip away