I don’t care how much money I gotta spend
Got to get back to my baby again
Lonely days are gone, I’m a-goin’ home
My baby just-a wrote me a letter
The Letter – The Box Tops
-“BB”-
She said that living with me
Is bringing her down, yeah
For she would never be free
When I was around
She’s got a ticket to ride
She’s got a ticket to ride
She’s got a ticket to ride
But she don’t care
Hard roads and endless lines flow through his veins
Cold steel and hot fuel injected 's the dream that fills his brain
But no, not slow, the speed fever grows
He rides, he sees, he knows
You’ve got to ride to live, live to ride
Feel the flames burn inside
And though you know, you ride to hide
You ride to live to ride
Who dries your eyes when you cry real tears?
Who knows or cares what an imitation is?
Only you do
You can paint his nails, make him wear high heels
Why waste time alterin’ the hemline?
Or do you?
Tear off your own head
Tear off your own head
It’s a doll revolution
Sucker blue kiss saddened her heart
Now she lies all alone dead from the start
Deadly doll
Breaking her heart
Deadly doll
Lay her down soft
She’s a laced up little vamp
Put on her dark dress
She’s the daughter of the damned
Pretty young vamp
Deadly doll, deadly doll
Baby’s gone mad
Driving rounded
Faded in June
Drunked out on doom
Oh, my, my, oh, hell yes
Honey, put on that party dress
Buy me a drink, sing me a song
Take me as I come 'cause I can’t stay long
Last dance with Mary Jane, one more time to kill the pain
I feel summer creepin’ in and I’m tired of this town again
Mama washed and combed and curled my hair
And she painted my eyes and lips
Then I stepped into a satin dancin’ dress
That had a split on the side clean up to my hips
It was red velvet trim and it fit me good
Standin’ back from the lookin’ glass
There stood a woman where a half-grown kid had stood
She said, “Here’s your one chance, Fancy, don’t let me down
Here’s your one chance, Fancy, don’t let me down”
Oh help me, please mama, I’m sick’ning
It’s today that’s the day of the plunge
Oh the gal I’m to marry
Is a bow-legged sow
I’ve been soakin’ up drink like a sponge
"Don’t ya worry, get dressed, " cried my mother
As she plied me with bourbon so sour
Pull your socks up, put your suit on
Comb your long hair down
For you will be wed in the hour
Remember when you’re young, you surrender to the world
Cry when sad or laugh when happy, so simple
We used to play with dolls
Go to the movies or the mall
I remember how they told me, how they sold me
How I’m lonely
When the world came crashing down on me
I did not die; I went to sleep
I watch you as I am dreaming
Through the mist, I persist
Ther Friday night charades of youth,
Were spent on those more beautiful,
At seventeen, I knew the truth…
[psst Beck, that Janis Ian cut was used just 4 day ago by Rebo…]
Charades, pop skill
Water hyacinth, named by a poet
Imitation of life
Like a koi in a frozen pond
Like a goldfish in a bowl
I don’t want to hear you cry
That’s sugarcane that tasted good
That’s cinnamon, that’s Hollywood
C’mon, c’mon no one can see you try
Hooray for Hollywood
That screwy, ballyhooey Hollywood
Where any office boy or young mechanic
Can be a panic, with just a goodlooking pan
And any barmaid can be a star mate
If she dances with or without a fan
She took his hand and she led him along that golden beach
They watched the waves tumble over the sand
They drove for miles and miles up those twisting, turning roads
Higher and higher and higher they climbed
And those Hollywood nights
In those Hollywood hills
She was looking so right
In her diamonds and frills
Oh those big city nights
In those high rolling hills
Above all the lights
She had all of her skills
It’s such a shame about it
I used to think that it would feel so good
But who’s to blame about it
So many creeps in Hollywood
I’m in this dumb motel near the Taco Bell
Without a hope in hell
I can’t believe that I’m still around
Oh, LA is a great big freeway
Put a hundred down and buy a car
In a week, maybe two, they’ll make you a star
Weeks turn into years, how quick they pass
And all the stars that never were
Are parking cars and pumping gas
I’ve got lots of friends in San Jose
Oh, do you know the way to San Jose?
Can’t wait to get back to San Jose
If you’re going to San Francisco
Be sure to wear flowers in your hair
D’ya wanna know what’s wrong with the world?
Everywhere there’s people with no flowers in their hair
And I knew (I knew, I knew, I knew, I knew)
She could make me happy (happy, happy)
Flowers in her hair, flowers everywhere
I love the flower girl
Oh, I don’t know just why
She simply caught my eye
I love the flower girl she seemed so sweet and kind
She crept into my mind
Nothing’s wrong as far as I can see
We make it harder than it has to be
And I can’t tell you why
No, baby, I can’t tell you why
I can’t tell you why
So let’s leave it alone, 'cause we can’t see eye to eye
There ain’t no good guy, there ain’t no bad guy
There’s only you and me and we just disagree
Ooh-hoo-hoo, oh-oh-ho