Spanish lady come to me, she lays on me this rose
It rainbow spirals round and round, it trembles and explodes
It left a smoking crater of my mind I like to blow away
But the heat came round and busted me for smiling on a cloudy day
Coming, coming, coming around
Coming around, coming around, in a circle
Coming, coming, coming around
Coming around, coming around, in a circle
Through all the rain and the thunder
I’m heading into the sun
I want to be there when you come
I want to be there when you come
I want to be there when you come
I want to be there when you come
I’m on my way, your lover
If you get cold, yeah, I’ll be your cover
Don’t have to worry, 'cause I’m here
No need to suffer, baby, 'cause I’m near
Just hold on, I’m comin’
Hold on, I’m comin’
Hold on, I’m comin’
Hold on, I’m comin’
When she is lonely and the longing gets too much
She sends a cable coming in from above
Don’t need no phone at all
We’ve got a thing and that’s a-called radar love
We’ve got a wave in the air
Radar love
Through early morning fog I see
Visions of the things to be
The pains that are withheld for me
I realize and I can see
That suicide is painless
It brings on many changes
And I can take or leave it if I please
In this life, I’ve seen everything I can see, woman
I’ve seen lovers flying through the air hand in hand
I’ve seen babies dancing in the midnight sun
And I’ve seen dreams that came from the heavenly skies above
I’ve seen old men crying at their own grave sides
And I’ve seen pigs all sitting watching picture slides
But I never seen nothin’ like you
Ooh, I’ve been to Nice and the Isle of Greece
When I sipped champagne on a yacht
I moved like Harlow in Monte Carlo
And showed them what I’ve got
I’ve been undressed by kings
And I’ve seen some things that a woman ain’t s’posed to see
I’ve been to paradise but I’ve never been to me…
Traversed the planet, when heaven sent me
I saw the kings who rule them all
Still by the firelight and purple moonlight I hear the rested rivers call
And the wind is crying, from a love that won’t grow cold
My lover, she is lying, on the dark side of the globe
Well, I push you kicking into my airtight machine
Fuel my love, I’m a big gas turbine
Come and leave my big black city
Big black city under western skies
Railing, complaining
And I seal my girl inside
'Cause she’s my girl and I’m her Planet Ride
A chain with yellow lights
That glistens like oil beads
On its slick smooth trunk
That trails behind on tracks, and thumps
A wing hangs limp and retrieves
Bat chain
Puller
Bat chain puller
Puller, puller
I’ve seen the lights go out on Broadway
I watched the mighty skyline fall
The boats were waiting at the battery
The union went on strike
They never sailed at all
They sent a carrier out from Norfolk
And picked the Yankees up for free
They said that Queens could stay
And blew the Bronx away
And sank Manhattan out at sea
The gate is fading now, but open wide.
But John is drowning, I must decide
Between the freedom I had in the rat-race,
Or to stay forever in this forsaken place;
Hey John!
He makes for the river and the gate is gone,
Back to the void where it came from.
And the light dies down on Broadway
Blamin’ it all on the nights on Broadway
Singin’ them love songs
Singin’ them “straight to the heart” songs
Blamin’ it all on the nights on Broadway
Singin’ them sweet sounds
To that crazy, crazy town
They say I won’t last too long on Broadway
I’ll catch a Greyhound bus for home, they all say
But they’re dead wrong, I know they are
'Cause I can play this guitar
And I won’t quit til I’m a star on Broadway
Give my regards to Broadway!
Remember me to Herald Square!
Tell all the gang at Forty Second Street
That I will soon be there!
Whisper of how I’m yearning
To mingle with the old time throng!
Give my regards to Old Broadway
And say that I’ll be there, 'ere long!
Little nifties from the fifties
Innocent and sweet
Sexy ladies from the eighties
Who are indiscreet
Side by side, they’re glorified
Where the underworld
Can meet the elite
Forty-Second Street
Have you seen the well-to-do
Up and down Park Avenue?
On that famous thoroughfare
With their noses in the air
High hats and Arrow collars
White spats and lots of dollars
Spending every dime for a wonderful time
So you stand on the corner in your New English clothes
And you look so polished from your hair down to your toes
Ah but still your fingers gonna pick your nose
After all
Captain Jack will get you high tonight
And take you to your special island
Captain Jack will get you by tonight
Just a little push, and you’ll be smilin’
Fifteen men on a dead man’s chest,
Yo ho ho and a bottle of rum.
Drink and the devil had done for the rest,
Yo ho ho and a bottle of rum.
Drink and the devil had done for the rest,
Yo ho ho and a bottle of rum.
Hate lies close to love of gold.
Dead men’s secrets are tardily told.
Yo ho ho and a bottle of rum.
I blew out my flip flop
Stepped on a pop top
I broke my leg twice, I had to limp on back home
But there’s booze in the blender
And soon it will render
That frozen concoction that helps me hang on
Wastin’ away again in Margaritaville
Searchin’ for my lost shaker of salt
Some people claim that there’s a woman to blame
But I know it’s my own damn fault