Oh Lord, won’t you buy me a color TV?
Dialing For Dollars is trying to find me
I wait for delivery each day until three
So, oh, Lord, won’t you buy me a color TV?
And if those dreams of glory are part of your plans
If anyone can help you, the Money Cat can.
Man of passion rise again, we won’t cross you out:
for we do love you like a son, of that there’s no doubt.
Tell us: is it you who are here for our good cheer?
Or are we here for the glory, for the story, for the gory satisfaction
of telling you how absolutely awful you really are?
Conquistador your stallion stands in need of company
And like some angel’s hallowed brow you reek of purity
I see your armour-plated breast has long since lost its sheen
And in your death mask face there are no signs which can be seen
Though I hoped for something to find
I could see no maze to unwind
We sailed for parts unknown to man
Where ships come home to die
No lofty peak, nor fortress bold
Could match our captain’s eye
Upon the seventh seasick day
We made our port of call
A sand so white, and sea so blue
No mortal place at all
I don’t like walking around this old and empty house
So hold my hand, I’ll walk with you, my dear
The stairs creak as you sleep, it’s keeping me awake
It’s the house telling you to close your eyes
And some days, I can’t even dress myself
It’s killing me to see you this way
Cause though the truth may vary
This ship will carry our bodies safe to shore
At sunrise we will dance a hempen jig
So raise up a pint of rum, and take another swig
The Curse of Captain Morgan has led us to this fate
So have no fear and don’t look back; the afterlife awaits
Come on, baby (and she had no fear)
And she ran to him (then they started to fly)
They looked backward and said goodbye (she had become like they are)
She had taken his hand (she had become like they are)
Come on, baby (don’t fear the reaper)
And you, my father, there on the sad height,
Curse, bless, me now with your fierce tears, I pray.
Do not go gentle into that good night.
Rage, rage against the dying of the light.
Realms of bliss, realms of light
Some are born to sweet delight
Some are born to sweet delight
Some are born to the endless night
Tonight, tonight
It all began tonight
I saw you and the world went away
Tonight, tonight
There’s only you tonight
What you are, what you do, what you say
Little girl, it’s a great big world
But there’s only one of me
You can’t touch 'cause I cost too much but
Tonight, I’m gonna rock you
Tonight, I’m gonna rock you
Tonight
You say you wanna go for a spin
The party’s just begun, we’ll let you in
You drive us wild, we’ll drive you crazy
You keep on shoutin’, you keep on shoutin’
I wanna rock and roll all night and party every day
I wanna rock and roll all night and party every day
Ridin’ down the highway
Goin’ to a show
Stop in all the byways
Playin’ rock ‘n’ roll
Gettin’ robbed
Gettin’ stoned
Gettin’ beat up
Broken-boned
Gettin’ had
Gettin’ took
I tell you, folks
It’s harder than it looks
It’s a long way to the top if you wanna rock ‘n’ roll
It’s a long way to the top if you wanna rock ‘n’ roll
Playin’ for week in Rhode Island
A man came to the stage one night
He smoked a big cigar
Drove a Cadillac car and said
“Boys, I think this band’s outtasight
Sign a record company contract!
You know I’ve got great expectations!
When I hear you on the car radio
You’re gonna be a sensation!”
Rock and roll band, everybody’s waitin’
Gettin’ crazy, anticipatin’
Love, and music, play, play, play, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Anyway, we cut a hit and we toured a bit
With a song he said he couldn’t use
And now he calls and begs and crawls
It’s telephone déjà vu
We got percentage points and lousy joints
And all the glitter we can use, mama
So, ha, don’t call us now, we’ll call you
Well, I’ve always had a deep respect
And I mean that, most sincerely
The band is just fantastic
That is really what I think
Oh by the way, which one’s Pink?
I love you for your pink Cadillac, crushed velvet seats
Riding in the back, oozing down the street
Waving to the girls, feeling out of sight
Spending all my money on a Saturday night
Honey, I just wonder what you do there in the back
Of your pink Cadillac, pink Cadillac
You know what I’m gonna do?
I’m gonna get me a 1967 Cadillac El Dorado convertible
Hot pink! With whale-skin hubcaps,
An all-leather cow interior
And big brown baby seal eyes for headlights, yeah!
And I’m gonna drive that thing at 150 mph
Getting one mile per gallon
Sucking down Quarter Pound cheeseburgers from McDonald’s
In those old-fashioned, non-biodegradable Styrofoam containers
And when I’m done sucking down those greaseball burgers
I’m gonna wipe my mouth with the American flag
And then I’m gonna toss those Styrofoam containers right over the side
And there’s not a goddamn thing anybody can do about it
Because we got the bomb
Two words - nuclear fucking weapons, okay?
Boom goes London and boom Paris
More room for you and more room for me
And every city the whole world round
Will just be another American town
Oh how peaceful it will be
We’ll set everybody free
You’ll wear a Japanese kimono
And there’ll be Italian shoes for me
They all hate us anyhow
So lets drop the big one now
Let’s drop the big one now