My father was a gambler down in Georgia
And he wound up on the wrong end of a gun
And I was born in the backseat of a Greyhound bus
Rolling down Highway 41
They’re formin’ in a straight line
They’re goin’ through a tight wind
The kids are losin’ their minds
The Blitzkrieg Bop
They’re pilin’ in the back seat
They’re generatin’ steam heat
Pulsatin’ to the back beat
The Blitzkrieg Bop
I got me a car, it’s as big as a whale
And we’re headin’ on down to the love shack
I got me a Chrysler, it seats about twenty
So hurry up and bring your jukebox money
Rumour spreadin’ ‘round
In that Texas town
About that shack outside La Grange
And you know what I’m talkin’ about
Just let me know if you wanna go
To that home out on the range
They got a lot of nice girls
And there’s some rumors going 'round someone’s underground
She can rock you in the nighttime 'til your skin turns red
She’s just a devil woman
With evil on her mind
Beware the devil woman
She’s gonna get you
One way, or another, I’m wanna get ya
I’ll get ya, I’ll get ya, get ya, get ya, get ya (where I can see it all, find out who ya call)
One way, or another, I’m wanna get ya
Whatever Lola wants
Lola gets
And little man,
Little Lola wants you
I met her in a club down in old Soho
Where you drink champagne and it tastes just 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
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
Take me home tonight
I don’t want to let you go 'til you see the light
Take me home tonight
Listen honey, just like Ronnie sang, “Be my little baby”
Take me home tonight
All those days chasing down a daydream
All those years living in a blur
All that time never truly seeing things the way they were
Now she’s here, shining in the starlight
Now she’s here; suddenly, I know
If she’s here, it’s crystal clear I’m where I’m meant to go
What a day for a daydream
What a day for a daydreamin’ boy
And I’m lost in a daydream
Dreamin’ 'bout my bundle of joy
I love a sunny day
Dream of far away
Dreaming on my pillow in the morning
Never been awake
Never seen a day break
Leaning on my pillow in the morning light
Oh, ho, ho, it’s magic, you know
Never believe it’s not so
It’s magic, you know
Never believe it’s not so
And when the morning of the warning’s passed, the gassed
And flaccid kids are flung across the stars
The psychodramas and the traumas gone
The songs are left unsung and hung upon the scars
And then along comes Mary
And does she want to see the stains, the dead remains of all the pains
She left the night before
Or will their waking eyes reflect the lies, and make them
Realize their urgent cry for sight no more
When we met I was sure out to lunch
Now my empty cup tastes as sweet as the punch
Well, I can see no reason
you’re living on your nerves
When someone drops a cup, and I submerge
I’m swimming in a circle, I feel I’m going down
There has to be a fool to play my part
Someone thought of healing
But all I really want to know
Oh, won’t you show me the way
I want you to show me the way
I want you day after day, yeah
When you were a child, you were treated kind, but you were never brought up right
You were always spoiled with a thousand toys, but still you cried all night
Your mother who neglected you, owes a million dollars tax
And your father’s still perfecting ways of making sealing wax
You better stop and look around
Here it comes, here it comes, here it comes, here it comes
Here comes your 19th nervous breakdown
Hey Nineteen
That’s 'Retha Franklin
She don’t remember the Queen of Soul
It’s hard times befallen
The sole survivors
She thinks I’m crazy
But I’m just growing old
Darling, I am growing old,
Silver threads among the gold
Shine upon my brow today,
Life is fading fast away;
But, my darling, you will be, will be
Always young and fair to me;
Yes! my darling, you will be
Always young and fair to me.
But now the days are short
I’m in the autumn of the years
And now I think of my life
As vintage wine through fine old kegs
From the brim to the dregs
It poured sweet and clear
It was a very good year