Well, he’s trying to survive up on Mulholland Drive
He’s got the phone in the car in his hand
Everybody’s trying to be a friend of mine
Even a dog can shake hands
He’s got the whole world in his hands.
He’s got the whole wide world in his hands.
He’s got the wind and the rain in his hands.
He’s got the whole world in his hands.
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When I was a young boy
My mama said to me
‘There’s only one girl in the world for you
And she probably lives in Tahiti’
I’d go the whole wide world
I’d go the whole wide world just to find her
Oh, well, a young man
Ain’t got nothin’ in the world these days
I said a young man
Ain’t got nothin’ in the world these days
Well, you know in the old days
When a young man was a strong man
All the people, they’d step back
When a young man walked by
When John Henry was a little baby.
Sittin’ on his Daddy’s knee,
He picked up a hammer and a little piece of steel and he said,
“This hammer be the death of me, Lord, Lord,
This hammer be the death of me.”
I mean, we have to do two, two fuckin’ shows, two nights in a row! You know what it’s like to beat the shit out of the fuckin’ drums, two shows, two nights in a row? I mean, I can’t fuckin’ take that kinda shit!
My hands. Hey. I feel like I’ve been pounding nails, I feel like I’ve been hittin’ my goddamn hands with a hammer.
Death can get a person stressed
“We should have carpe’d way more diems
Now we’re never gonna see 'em”
I can show you what comes next
So don’t be freaked
Stay in your seats
I do this bullshit, like, eight times a week
So just relax, you’ll be fine
Drink your fifty-dollar wine
And take a breath
Welcome to a show about death
Right before your eyes we pull laughter from the skies
And he laughs until he cries, then he dies, then he dies
Come inside, the show’s about to start
Guaranteed to blow your head apart
You’ve got to see the show, it’s a dynamo
You’ve got to see the show, it’s rock and roll, oh
Soon the Gypsy Queen in a glaze of vaseline
Will perform on guillotine, what a scene, what a scene
Next upon the stand will you please extend a hand
To Alexander’s Ragtime Band, Dixieland, Dixieland
Roll up, roll up, roll up!
See the show!
Roll up!
Roll up for the Mystery Tour
Roll up!
Roll up for the Mystery Tour
Roll up! (That’s an invitation)
Roll up for the Mystery Tour
Roll up! (To make a reservation)
Roll up for the Mystery Tour
So if you’re tired of the same old story
Oh, baby, turn some pages
I’ll be here when you are ready
To roll with the changes
Baby, roll with the changes
Oh, you know, you know, you know
You got to (keep on rollin’)
Oh, yeah (keep on rollin’)
Oh, roll with the changes
Keep on rollin’ (keep on rollin’)
Oh, yeah (keep on rollin’)
Oh, now roll with the changes
But your thoughts will soon be wanderin’
The way they always do
When you’re ridin’ 16 hours
There’s nothin’ much to do
And you don’t feel much like ridin’
You just wish the trip was through
Here I am, on the road again
There I am, up on the stage
There I go playin’ the star again
There I go, turn the page
I’ve been drivin’ all night, my hands wet on the wheel
There’s a voice in my head that drives my heel
It’s my baby callin’, sayin’, “I need you here”
And it’s a half past four and I’m shiftin’ gear
When she is lonely and the longing gets too much
She sends a cable, coming in from above
Don’t need no phone at all
We’ve got a thing that’s called radar love
We’ve got a wave in the air
Radar love
Now throw your hands in the air
And wave 'em like you just don’t care
And if you like fish and grits and all that pimp shit
Everybody let me hear you say, “Oh-yeah-yer”
You put your right arm in
You take your right arm out
You put your right arm in
And you shake it all about.
You do the hokey pokey and you turn yourself around
That’s what it’s all about
Baby, if you got to rock
I got to be your rockin’ horse
Baby, think you’d like to roll
Maybe you’re diggin’ it more
They’re shakin’ the world
When it’s time to crash
But when I get home tonight
I guess I got to shake myself
Sweet little babe oh don’t you go
You ain’t so innocent I know
Ooh I know your heart’s like mine oh yeah
And I will find the time to make you mine
Ooh and if your love goes bad if it makes you sad
Then I’ll be back for more at your door
Rock me, rock me
Roll me through the night
Mm, rock me gently, rock me slowly
Take it easy, don’t you know
That I have never been loved like this before
R.O.C.K. in the U.S.A.
They’re really rockin’ in Boston
In Pittsburgh, P.A.
Deep in the heart of Texas
And 'round the Frisco Bay
All over St. Louis
And down in New Orleans
All the cats are gonna dance with
Sweet Little Sixteen
They’re dancing in Chicago (dancing in the street)
Down in New Orleans (dancing in the street)
In New York City (dancing in the street)
All we need is music, sweet music
There’ll be music everywhere