Hey pretty baby (you can’t sit down)
Ah, don’t you hear the drummer thumpin’ (you can’t sit down)
You gotta shake it like a crazy (you can’t sit down)
Because the band is sayin’ something (you can’t sit down)
And everybody is a jumpin’(you can’t sit down)
You gotta slop, bop, flip flop, hip hop, all around
(You can’t sit down, you can’t sit down)
You gotta move, move, move, a round and round
(You can’t sit down, you can’t sit down)
You gotta fly, fly, fly, way off the ground
You’re puttin’ down, a crazy, shout
No, no, you can’t sit down, no, no, you can’t sit down
Look around your world, pretty baby
Is it everything you hoped it’d be?
The wrong guy, the wrong situation
The right time to roll to me
Roll to me
Do you want to drive to ride mount on your pony
Loosen up my tie to help me breathe
Insisting that I pay my alimony
Each and every day is the same old scene
Come on do the roll, do the roll with me
Come on do the roll, do the roll with me
I said honey, I said honey
I said honey, I said honey
Come on do the honey roll with me
Painted lady, stop that closin’ in on me
Painted lady you’re supposed to be a dream
Painted lady, you better stay away from me
Yeah, yeah, oh, oh-oh-oh
Painted lady, why you loosenin’ my tie?
Painted lady, what’s that twinkle in your eye?
Painted lady, you better stay away from me
Yeah, yeah, oh, oh-oh-oh
“Nobody’s Child,” Electric Light Orchestra
She had hair like Jeannie Shrimpton back in 1965
She had legs that never ended
I was halfway paralyzed
She was tall and cool and pretty and she dressed as black as coal
If she asked me to I’d murder, I would gladly lose my soul
[shame on not using the “And she stood just like Bill Wyman” line llikewise… 
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I could be so golden
Shine in the dead of night for you
I could be a criminal
And lead a life of crime for you.
I could be so golden
Shine in the dead of night for you
I could be a soldier
And I could go to war for you
Sometimes I feel like a man in the wilderness
I’m a lonely soldier off to war
Sent away to die, never quite knowing why
Sometimes it makes no sense at all
And it starts sometime around midnight
Or at least that’s when you lose yourself for a minute or two
As you stand under the bar lights
And the band plays some song
About forgetting yourself for a while
And the piano’s this melancholy soundcheck to her smile
And that white dress she’s wearing
You haven’t seen her for a while
It’s a pretty good crowd for a Saturday
And the manager gives me a smile
‘Cause he knows that it’s me they’ve been comin’ to see
To forget about life for a while
And the piano, it sounds like a carnival
And the microphone smells like a beer
And they sit at the bar and put bread in my jar
And say, “Man, what are you doin’ here?”
And the man in the back said, “Everyone attack”
And it turned into a ballroom blitz
And the girl in the corner said, “Boy I want to warn you”
It’ll turn into a ballroom blitz
I said, ‘Big Ben, this here’s the Rubber Duck
We ain’t gonna pay no toll’
So we crashed the gate doin’ ninety-eight
I said, ‘Let them truckers roll! Ten-four!’
The time’s real short, you know the distance is long
I’d like to have a jet, but it’s not in the song but
Climb back in the cab, cross your fingers for luck
We gotta keep moving if we’re going to make a buck
Let it roll down the highway
Let it roll down the highway
Roll
I’ve been driving all night, my hands wet on the wheel
There’s a voice in my head that drives my heel
It’s my baby calling, says “I need you here”
And it’s a half past four and I’m shifting gear
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 that’s called radar love
I would never wish this much on you
When what you have might be enough
I would never want to drive that fast
Unless you’re ready, willing, happy here
Take me
Away from these simple feelings
I know
There’s places on the other sides of here
Take me
Away from these simple feelings
I know
I’ll take that car and drive there faster
So take, take me home ('cause I don’t remember)
Take, take me home ('cause I don’t remember)
Take, take me home
Oh, Lord
'Cause I’ve been a prisoner all my life
And I can say to you
We’re singin’ all day, and you can’t tame it
High tide, low tide, you know
Nighttime, mornin’ time, and we’re goin’ strong
Headed up, down the river
Oh, Lord, I feel the reveling
I feel a change on the rise
Working all day, I’m digging up the roads, just working all day
Dig for my pay and spend it where I like. I’ve nothing to say
Drown in my sweat but money buys escape. I’ve got no regrets
Working all day
Working all day
It seems to me
I could live my life
A lot better than I think I am
I guess that’s why they call me
They call me the workin’ man
You know I work all day
To get you money to buy you things
And it’s worth it just to hear you say
You’re gonna get me everything
So why on earth should I moan?
Cuz when I get you alone
You know I feel okay
Up every morning just to keep a job (hup!)
I gotta fight my way through the hustling mob (hup!)
Sounds of the city pounding in my brain (hup!)
While another day goes down the drain (hup!)