We were born to go,
We’re never turning back
We were born to go,
and leave a burning track
We are young
Heartache to heartache we stand
No promises, no demands
Both of us knowing
Love is a battlefield
Like a thief in the night who can’t get enough
I am willing to fight 'cause I’m a soldier of love
Like a shot in the dark when the going gets rough
It’s a state of the heart, you’re a soldier of love
Look out, look out, for when you see his lantern shine
That’s the time to jump right up and shout ‘HELP!’
He’d steal a horse and cart He’d even steal a girlie’s heart
When Jimmy Valentine gets out
When Josie comes home, so good
She’s the pride of the neighborhood
She’s the raw flame, the live wire
She prays like a Roman with her eyes on fire
Sometimes, they’ll want to leave her
Just give up and leave her
But they would never play that scene
In spite of all her talking
Once she starts in walking
The lady will be all they ever dreamed
Oh, they’ll love to watch her strut
Oh, they’ll kill to make the cut
They love to watch her strut
He met Marmalade down in old Moulin Rouge
Struttin’ her stuff on the street
She said, “Hello, hey Joe, you wanna give it a go?”
Oh, uh-huh
Gitchie, gitchie, ya-ya, da-da (hey, hey, hey)
Gitchie, gitchie, ya-ya, here (here)
Mocha Chocolata, ya-ya (ooh, yeah)
Creole Lady Marmalade
I met her in a club down in old Soho
Where you drink champagne and it tastes like Coca-Cola
C-O-L-A, Cola
She walked up to me and she asked me to dance
I asked her her name and in a dark brown voice she said, “Lola”
L-O-L-A, Lola
Lo-Lo-Lo-Lo-Lola
Not in play –
The BBC banned this song from airplay for a time until the Kinks re-recorded the song to change the line to “cherry cola”, as the original use of the specific name “Coca-Cola” violated BBC Radio’s policy against product placement.
In play –
Whatever Lola wants, Lola gets
And little man, little Lola wants you!
Make up your mind to have (up your mind to have)
No regrets (no regrets) –
Recline yourself, resign yourself,
You’re through.
Whatever Lola Wants – Sarah Vaughn (although it was originally performed on the Broadway stage by Gwen Verdon in ‘Damn Yankees’)
-“BB”-
I knew I heard them say “cherry cola” but couldn’t find it anywhere.
Her name is Lola, she was a showgirl
But that was thirty years ago
When they used to have a show
Now it’s a disco, but not for Lola
Still in the dress she used to wear
Faded feathers in her hair
She sits there so refined
And drinks herself half-blind
She lost her youth and she lost her Tony
Now she’s lost her mind
At the Copa, Copacabana (Copa, Copacabana)
The hottest spot north of Havana (Here)
At the Copa, Copacabana (Copacabana)
Music and passion were always the fashion
At the Copa
Don’t fall in love
Met a girl called Lola and I took her back to my place
Feeling guilty, feeling scared, hidden cameras everywhere
Stop! Hold on, stay in control
Girl, I want you here with me
But I’m really not as cool as I’d like to be
'Cause there’s a red under my bed
And there’s a little yellow man in my head
And there’s a true blue inside of me
That keeps stopping me, touching ya, watching ya, loving ya
Every move you make
And every vow you break
Every smile you fake
Every claim you stake
I’ll be watching you
Every move you make
Every step you take
I’ll be watching you
Private eyes, they’re watching you
They see your every move
Private eyes, they’re watching you
Private eyes, they’re watching you
Watching you, watching you, watching you
I know you’ve deceived me
Now here’s a surprise
I know that you have
'Cause there’s magic in my eyes
I can see for miles and miles
And miles and miles and miles
Oh yeah
But I would walk five hundred miles
And I would walk five hundred more
Just to be the man who walked a thousand miles
To fall down at your door
More than words is all you have to do to make it real
Then you wouldn’t have to say that you love me
Cuz I’d already know
‘Cause when the lovin’ starts and the lights go down
And there’s not another living soul around
You woo me until the sun comes up
And you say that you love me
When the lights go down in the city
And the sun shines all around
Oh, I want to be there in my city
Oh, oh, oh-oh
When the moon comes up, the sun goes down
Rita starts to creep around
Gets a flavor of blood, fire on her breath
Fourteen names notched on her chest