Digging in the dirt
Stay with me, I need support
I’m digging in the dirt
To find the places I got hurt
Open up the places I got hurt
He crouched ever lower, ever lower with fear
“They can’t let me die! They can’t let me die here!
I’ll cover myself with the mud and the earth
I’ll cover myself! I know I’m not brave!
The earth! The earth! The earth is my grave.”
I live among the dead
Among all the friendly dead
I’ll die among the living
But I live among the dead
One thing I miss
Is Cold Ethyl and her skeleton kiss
We met last night
Making love by the refrigerator light
Oh in the Tower of London large as life
The ghost of Anne Bo-leyn walks, they de-clare
For Anne Boleyn was once King Henry’s wife
Un-til he had the axeman bob her hair
Oh yes, he done her wrong, long years a-go
And she comes back each night to tell him so…
With her head tucked underneath her arm
She walks the bloody tower
With her head tucked underneath her arm
At the mid-night hour
I’m Henery the Eighth, I am
Henery the Eighth, I am, I am
I got married to the widow next door
She’s been married seven times before
And everyone was a Henery (Henery)
She wouldn’t have Willie or a Sam (no Sam)
I’m her eighth old man, I’m Henery
Henery the Eighth, I am!
I know a cat named Way Out Willie
He’s got a cool little chick named Rockin’ Millie
He can walk and stroll and Susie Q
And do that crazy hand jive too
Papa told Willie, you’ll ruin my home
You and that hand jive have got to go
Willie said, Papa, don’t put me down
They’re doin’ the hand jive all over town
Hand jive, hand jive, hand jive, doin’ that crazy hand jive
You can dance, you can jive
Having the time of your life
Ooh, see that girl, watch that scene
Digging the dancing queen
When you dance
Do your senses tingle, then take a chance?
In a trance
While the lonely mingle with circumstance?
We can dance if we want to, we can leave your friends behind
'Cause your friends don’t dance and if they don’t dance
Well, they’re no friends of mine
Dance me to your beauty with a burning violin
Dance me through the panic 'til I’m gathered safely in
Lift me like an olive branch and be my homeward dove
Dance me to the end of love
Dance me to the end of love
Come dancing
All her boyfriends used to come and call
Why not come dancing?
It’s only natural
It can cut you like a knife, if the gift becomes the fire
On a wire between will and what will be
She’s a maniac, maniac on the floor
And she’s dancing like she’s never danced before
That girl is pretty wild now (the girl’s a super freak)
The kind of girl you read about (in new-wave magazines)
That girl is pretty kinky (the girl’s a super freak)
I really love to taste her (every time we meet)
She’s alright, she’s alright
That girl’s alright with me
Yeah, hey, hey, hey, hey!
Well, I can see her now with her headphones on
Jumpin’ up and down to her favorite song
I still remember when she used to wanna make a lot of noise
Hoppin’ and boppin’ with the street corner boys
She used to love to party, she used to love to go
I knew the bride when she used to rock and roll
No fears alone at night
She’s sailing through the crowd
In her ears, the phones are tight
And the music’s playing loud
She gets rock and roll and a rock and roll station
And a rock and roll dream
She’s making movies on location
She don’t know what it means
And the music make her wanna be the story
And the story was whatever was the song, what it was
Rollergirl, don’t worry
D.J. play the movies all night long, all night long
We can all thank Doctor B
He stepped across the line
With lots of watts, he took control
The first one of its kind
So listen to your radio
Most each and every night
'Cause if you don’t, I’m sure you won’t
Get to feeling right
You live your life in the songs you hear
On the rock ‘n’ roll radio
And when a young girl doesn’t have any friends
That’s a really nice place to go
I’d sit alone and watch your light
My only friend through teenage nights
And everything I had to know
I heard it on my radio
You gave them all those old-time stars
Through wars of worlds, invaded by Mars
You made 'em laugh, you made 'em cry
You made us feel like we could fly
Do you remember Hullabaloo
Upbeat, Shindig and Ed Sullivan too?
Do you remember rock 'n roll radio?
Do you remember rock 'n roll radio?
Do you remember Murray the K
Alan Freed and high energy?
It’s the end, the end of the 70’s
It’s the end, the end of the century