Slow motion, slow motion
Getting rid of the albatross
Sowing the seeds of discontent
I know you very well, you are unbearable
I’ve seen you up far too close
Getting rid of the albatross
The desert was long
The mountain high
The road ran steep and winding
The promises so easily made
Unbearable yet binding
After two days in the desert sun
My skin began to turn red
And after three days in the desert fun
I was looking at a river bed
And the story it told of a river that flowed
Made me sad to think it was dead
The young man agreed
He would satisfy their need
So they danced for his pleasure
With a joy you could not measure.
They would wait for him here
The same place every year.
Beneath the sheltering sky
Across the desert he would fly.
Tea in the Sahara with you.
Miss Otis regrets she’s unable to lunch today, madam.
Here’s to the ladies who lunch
Everybody laugh
Lounging in their caftans and planning a brunch
On their own behalf
Hey you, over there
On the chaise longue in your underwear
What are you doing sitting down?
You should be horizontal now
The seven wonders of the world he’ll lay before your feet,
In far-off lands, on distant shores, so many friends to meet.
Are you sitting comfortably?
Let Merlin cast his spell.
But try to understand
Try to understand
Try, try, try to understand
That I’m a magic man
You ain’t no punk, you punk
You wanna talk about the real junk?
If I ever said I’d be banned
'Cause I’m a garbage man
Well, if you can’t dig me, you can’t dig nothin’
Do you want the real thing or are you just talkin’?
Do you understand?
I’m the garbage man
Oh my child, you’ll never know
Just what you mean to me
Oh my child, you got so much
You’re gonna take away my energy
With all your jive talkin’
You’re telling me lies, yeah
Good lovin’ still gets in my eyes
Nobody believe what you say
With all your jive talkin’ that gets in the way
I know a cat named Way-Out Willie
Got a cool little chick named Rocking Millie
He can walk and stroll and Susie Q
And do that crazy hand jive too
Mama, mama, look at Uncle Joe
Doing the hand jive with sister Flo
Grandma gave baby sister a dime
Said, “Do that hand jive one more time”
Hand jive, hand jive, hand jive
Do that crazy hand jive
Oh, Suzie Q, oh, Suzie Q
Oh, Suzie Q, baby, I love you, Suzie Q
I like the way you walk
I like the way you talk
I like the way you walk
I like the way you talk, Suzie Q
[Name of my parents’ Shih-Tzu when I was a young adult note]
Wake up, little Susie, wake up
Wake up, little Susie, wake up
We’ve both been sound asleep, wake up, little Susie, and weep
The movie’s over, it’s four o’clock, and we’re in trouble deep
Wake up little Susie
Wake up little Susie
Little Suzi’s on the up, looking for a get-away
Ruby tries to bring her down, still looking for another way
Little Suzi’s on the up, heading for the spotlight
Ruby finally gets up, lookin’ forward to some quiet nights
And the music makes her feel so hot
And she’ll smile at the camera with all she’s got
Don’t bring her down, she’s a lot like you
She’ll be richer by far if her dreams come true
Little Suzi’s on the Up, by PhD, the fifth video ever played on MTV.
When he walks in her room, he feels confused
Like he walked into a play
And the music’s so loud, it spins him around
'Til his soul has lost its way
And as she turns the volume down
He’s getting smaller with the sound
It seems to pull him off the ground
Toward the radio he’s bound, never to be found
She comes around here
Just about midnight
She make me feel so good, Lord
I want to say she make me feel alright
Comes walkin’ down my street
Woah, she comes up to my house
She knock upon my door
And then she comes to my room
And she make me feel alright
It’s been a hard day’s night
And I’ve been working like a dog
It’s been a hard day’s night
I should be sleeping like a log
But when I get home to you
I find the things that you do
Will make me feel alright, owww!
Put another log on the fire.
Cook me up some bacon and some beans.
And go out to the car and change the tire.
Wash my socks and sew my old blue jeans.
Come on, baby, you can fill my pipe,
And then go fetch my slippers.
And boil me up another pot of tea.
Then put another log on the fire, babe,
And come and tell me why you’re leaving me.
One less bell to answer
One less egg to fry
One less man to pick up after
I should be happy