London calling to the faraway towns
Now that war is declared and battle come down
London calling to the underworld
Come out of the cupboard, all you boys and girls
New York, London, Paris, Munich
Everybody talk about pop muzik
Put another nickel in
In the nickelodeon
All I want is having you
And music, music, music
Not in play…
Put another nickel in
In the nickelodeon –
It still won’t play 'cause now it costs
A dollar, dollar, dollar.
(sorry, I just couldn’t resist…)
-“BB”-
Put a nickel in the drum
Save another drunken bum
Salvation Army, Salvation Army
(me, either)
Oh, say, don’t you remember? They called me “Al”
It was “Al” all the time
Say, don’t you remember? I’m your pal
Buddy, can you spare a dime?
I love rock 'n roll
So put another dime in the jukebox, baby
I love rock 'n roll
So come and take your time and dance with me
Prop me up beside the jukebox if I die
Lord, I wanna go to Heaven, but I don’t wanna go tonight
Fill my boots up with sand
Put a stiff drink in my hand
Prop me up beside the jukebox if I die
So he started rockin’, ain’t never gonna stop
Gotta keep on rockin’, someday gonna make it to the top
And be a juke box hero, got stars in his eyes
He’s a juke box hero
Hey, mister, that’s me up on the jukebox
Well, I’m the one who’s singing this sad song
And I cry every time
That you slip in one more dime
And have the boy play the sad one, one more time
That’s me in the corner
That’s me in the spotlight
Losing my religion
Trying to keep up with you
And I don’t know if I can do it
Oh no I’ve said too much
I haven’t said enough
You talk too much
You worry me to death
You talk too much
You even worry my pet
You just talk…
Talk too much
All you do to me is talk, talk
Talk, talk, talk, talk
All you do to me is talk, talk
Talk, talk, talk, talk
All you do to me is talk, talk
Everybody’s talkin’ at me
I don’t hear a word they’re sayin’
Only the echoes of my mind
People stoppin’, starin’
I can’t see their faces
Only the shadows of their eyes
I’m going where the sun keeps shinin’
Through the pourin’ rain
Going where the weather suits my clothes
Bankin’ off of the northeast winds
Sailin’ on a summer breeze
And skippin’ over the ocean like a stone
Summer breeze makes me feel fine
Rolling through the jasmine in my mind
Summertime, and the livin’ is easy
Fish are jumpin’ and the cotton is high
Oh, your daddy’s rich and your ma is good-lookin’
So hush little baby, don’t you cry
In the summertime
When the weather is fine
You can stretch right up
And touch the sky
Purple haze all in my brain
Lately things just don’t seem the same
Actin’ funny but I don’t know why
'Scuse me while I kiss the sky
'Scuse me while I kiss this guy
You see this guy
This guy’s in love with you
Yes, I’m in love
Who looks at you the way I do?