Once I had a little girl, sometimes I think about her
Buddy, you know she’s not really there
When memories do call and I just can’t live without her, no, no
But tryin’ all the time is so hard to bear
Heartbreaker, can’t take her
Heartbreaker, bringing me down
Heartbreaker, can’t take her
Heartbreaker, bringing me down
You got me running goin’ out of my mind
You got me thinking that I’m wasting my time
(Don’t bring me down, no no no no no)
I’ll tell you once more before I get off the floor
(Don’t bring me down)
A woman that I know just came from Majorca Spain
She smiled because I did not understand
Then she held out a 10 pound bag of Cocaine
She said it was the best in all the land
And I said: No no no no, I don’t sniff it no more.
Early one mornin’ while makin’ the rounds
I took a shot of cocaine and shot my woman down
I went right home and I went to bed
I stuck that lovin’ forty-four beneath my head.
If you want to hang out, you’ve gotta take her out, cocaine
If you want to get down, get down on the ground, cocaine
Some get a kick from cocaine
I’m sure that if
I took even one sniff
That would bore me terrif -
ically, too
Yet, I get a kick out of you
Won’t you get hip to this timely tip:
When you make that California trip
Get your kicks on Route sixty-six.
The sun may rise in the East
At least it settles in the final location
It’s understood that Hollywood
Sells Californication
California dreaming on such a winter day.
The autumn wind, and the winter winds they have come and gone
And still the days, those lonely days, they go on and on
And guess who sighs his lullabies through nights that never end
My fickle friend, the summer wind
Then I’m laying out my winter clothes
And wishing I was gone
Going home
Where the New York City winters
Aren’t bleeding me
Leading me
Going home
I am putting on my it’s-all-over coat…
Found my coat and grabbed my hat,
Made the bus in seconds flat,
Found my way upstairs and had a smoke,
And somebody spoke and I went into a dream…
Button up your overcoat
When the wind blows free.
Take good care of yourself,
You belong to me.
The wind in the wires made a tattle-tale sound
And a wave broke over the railing
And every man knew, as the captain did too,
T’was the witch of November come stealin’
The Witchita lineman…is still on the line
Western Union man
Bad news in his hand
Knocking at my door
Selling me the score
Fifteen cents a word to read
A telegram I didn’t need
Operator, well let’s forget about this call
There’s no one there I really wanted to talk to
Thank you for your time, ah, you’ve been so much more than kind
And you can keep the dime
Long distance information, give me Memphis Tennessee
Help me find a party that tried to get in touch with me
She did not leave a number but I know who placed the call
'Cause my uncle took a message and he wrote it on the wall
I’d just got into town I didn’t have nothing to do
When I happened upon this telephone booth
With a whole bunch of writing covering one entire wall
It said if you ain’t afraid to spend a dime and if you wanna have a real good time
Just give Lucille a call