I just dropped in to see what condition my condition was in.
Condition red
Don’t you come over tonight
'Cause mommy & daddy don’t approve
Of you & me getting too tight
“Why doesn’t he get a haircut?”
“Why doesn’t he shave?”
“You know he used to be such a nice looking fellow
Before he grew that awful beard”
She asks me why, why I’m a hairy guy
I’m hairy noon and night, my hair is a fright
I’m hairy high and low, don’t ask me why,
('Cause he don’t know)
It’s not for lack of bread, like the grateful dead
And the sign said, “Long-haired freaky people need not apply”
So I tucked my hair up under my hat and I went in to ask him why
He said, “You look like a fine upstanding young man, I think you’ll do”
So I took off my hat and said, “Imagine that, huh! Me workin’ for you!”
Is it silly, no?
When a rocket blows and, and everybody still wants to fly
Some say man ain’t happy truly until a man truly dies
Oh why, oh why?
Sign o’ the times
We got the bubble-headed-bleach-blond
Who comes on at five
She can tell you 'bout the plane crash with a gleam in her eye
It’s interesting when people die
Give us dirty laundry
Just sweet sixteen, and now you’re gone
They’ve taken you away
I’ll never kiss your lips again
They buried you today
Teen angel, can you hear me?
She’s 16, she’s beautiful, and she’s mine.
Sixteen candles make a lovely light
But not as bright as your eyes tonight (as your eyes tonight) (Oh)
She was only sixteen, only sixteen,
But I loved her so,
She was too young to fall in love,
And I was too young to know.
May you stay forever young…
Oh, won’t you stay
Just a little bit longer.
Please let me hear
You say that you will.
Should I stay or should I go now?
Should I stay or should I go now?
If I go there will be trouble
And if I stay it will be double
So ya gotta let me know
Should I cool it or should I blow?
Blow, blow Seminole wind,
Blow like you’re never gonna blow again…
Idiot wind
Blowing like a circle around my skull,
From the Grand Coulee Dam to the Capitol
Idiot wind
Blowing every time you move your teeth
You’re an idiot, babe
It’s a wonder that you still know how to breathe
Every breath you take,
Every move you make,
Every bond you break,
Every step you take,
I’ll be watching you.
I got the paranoia blues
From knockin’ around in New York City
Silly boy ya self-destroyer
Paranoia, the destroyer
Finished with my woman 'cause she couldn’t help me with my mind
people think I’m insane because I am frowning all the time
All day long I think of things but nothing seems to satisfy
Think I’ll lose my mind if I don’t find something to pacify
Can you help me occupy my brain?
Oh yeah
Playing those mind games forever.
You gotta let it, You gotta let it grow…