Looking through the bent-backed tulips
To see how the other half live
Looking through a glass onion.
Peel it over and over again
Life is like an onion
Life is a rock but the radio rolled me
At the end of my rainbow lies a golden oldie
I’d sit alone and watch your light,
My only friend through teenage nights,
And everything I had to know,
I heard it on my radio.
I feel uptight on a Saturday night
Nine o’ clock, the radio’s the only light
I hear my song and it pulls me through
Comes on strong, tells me what I got to do
I got to
Get up
Everybody’s gonna move their feet
Get down
Everybody’s gonna leave their seat
You gotta lose your mind in Detroit Rock City
Just a small town girl
Livin’ in a lonely world
She took the midnight train goin’ anywhere
Just a city boy
Born and raised in South Detroit
He took the midnight train goin’ anywhere
He’s leavin’
On that midnight train to Georgia
Said he’s goin’ back
To a simpler place in time
I’m goin’ back one day
Come what may
To Blue Bayou
Get back, get back,
Get back to where you once belonged,
Get back, get back,
Get back to where you once belonged,
Get back Jojo, go home.
Jojo dig those spinning lights
Way out games and dizzy heights
Girl, we made it to the top,
We went so high we couldn’t stop,
We climbed the ladder leading us nowhere–
Two of us together, building castles in the air.
Eight miles high
And when you touch down
You’ll find that it’s
Stranger than known
Strangers in the night,
Exchanging glances…
Some are satin, some are steel,
Some are silk and some are leather,
They’re the faces of a stranger,
But we’d love to try them on.
We are steel
We don’t feel anything at all
They got the house on the corner
With the rug inside
They got the booze they need
All that money can buy
They got the shapely bods
They got the Steely Dan T-shirt
And for the coup-de-gras
They’re outrageous
So, help me if you can I’ve got to get
Back to the house at Pooh corner by one.
You;d be surprised there’s so much to be done,
Count all the bees in the hive,
Chase all the clouds from the sky.
C is for cookie. That’s good enough for me.
C is for cookie. That’s good enough for me.
C is for cookie. That’s good enough for me.
Oh, cookie, cookie, cookie starts with C.
Our D-I-V-O-R-C-E becomes final today,
Me and little J-O-E will be goin’ away,
I love you both and it will be pure H-E double L for me,
Oh, I wish that we could stop this D-I-V-O-R-C-E.
There he sits with a pen and a yellow pad,
What a handsome lad, that’s my boy.
B-R-L-F-Q spells mom and dad,
Well that ain’t too bad, 'cause that’s my boy.