He was not in the least bit scared
To be mashed into a pulp.
Or to have his eyes gouged out,
And his elbows broken.
To have his kneecaps split
And his body burned away,
And his limbs all hacked and mangled
Brave Sir Robin.
Well, they dragged him from the wreckage of the Palais in bits.
They tried to stick together all the bits that would fit.
But some of him was missing
And “part of him” arrived too late,
So now he works for Jesus
As the bouncer at St. Peter’s Gate.
If you want to see an angel
You got to find it where it fell
If you want to get to heaven
You got to raise a little hell
'Cause I used to have angels
They used to watch over me
When love was not a stranger
But love ain’t what it used to be
And I don’t want these devils
They’re knocking at my door
So, I can’t love you no more
No more, no more, yeah
This lot are not happy heroes
Just better actors
A hundred and one dilations
And fifty seven varieties
Outside with the empties
Keep banging the door
Keep banging the door
Keep banging the door
I won’t answer the phone
I won’t answer the door
(Bang! Bang!) On the door, baby
(Bang! Bang!) On the door
(Bang! Bang!) On the door, baby
(Bang! Bang!) …
You’re what?
Tiiiiiiiiin roof, rusted
Someone’s knockin’ at the door
Somebody’s ringin’ the bell
Someone’s knockin’ at the door
Somebody’s ringin’ the bell
Do me a favor
Open the door and let 'em in
That cold black cloud is comin’ down
Feels like I’m knockin’ on Heaven’s door
-“BB”-
Hey! You! Get off of my cloud!
I’ve looked at clouds from both sides now
From up and down, and still somehow
It’s cloud illusions I recall
I really don’t know clouds at all
Who is making those new brown clouds?
Who is making those clouds these days?
Who is making those new brown clouds?
If you ask a pilostopher, he’ll see
That you pays!
John Stuart Mill, of his own free will
On half a pint of shandy was particularly ill
Plato, they say, could stick it away
Half a crate of whiskey every day
Well, that liquor in the nighttime leaves strange memories
Seems a lifetime since yesterday
Come the daybreak, come the tomorrow,
That woman’s waited up all night for me again
She said well, I think that you’re headed for a whole lot of trouble
Yeah, I think that you’re headed for a whole lot of trouble
Yeah, you know that you’re headed for a lot of trouble
If you take your whiskey home
Snortin’ whiskey
Drinkin’ cocaine
We’re snortin’ whiskey now
I’m drinkin’ cocaine, yeah, yeah
Got this feelin’
I’m gonna drive that girl insane
Got this feelin’
I’m gonna, I’m gonna drive that girl
Oh, I’m gonna drive that girl insane
Gotta find a woman be good to me
Won’t hide my liquor try to serve me tea
I used to spend my nights out in a barroom
Liquor was the only love I’ve known
But you rescued me from reaching for the bottle
And you brought me back from being too far gone
Whiskey bottles, and brand new cars
Oak tree you’re in my way
There’s too much coke and too much smoke
Look what’s going on inside you
Ooh that smell
Can’t you smell that smell
Ooh that smell
The smell of death surrounds you
Yeah, the other night I laid sleeping
And I woke from a terrible dream
So I called up my friend Jack Daniels
And his partner Jimmy Beam
And we drank alone, yeah
With nobody else
Last night I broke the seal on a Jim Beam decanter
That looks like Elvis
I soaked the label off a Flintstone Jelly Bean jar
I cleared us off a place on that
One little table that you left us
And pulled me up a big ole piece of floor
I pulled the head off Elvis
Filled Fred up to his pelvis
Yabba Dabba Doo, the King is gone
And so are you
Is this love are we wasted
I’m running outta patience
Tell me are we wasting time
Will you really change my life
Five shots of the Jim Beam
Baby tell me do you miss me
Or are you just wasting time