Mars ain’t the kind of place to raise your kids
In fact it’s cold as hell
And there’s no one there to raise them if you did
One thing I miss is Cold Ethyl and her skeleton kiss
We met last night making love by the refrigerator light
Every light in the house is on
The backyard’s bright as the crack of dawn
The front walk looks like runway lights
It’s kinda like noon in the dead of night
Every light in the house is on
Just in case you ever do get tired of being gone
Every light in the house is on
Comes a-walkin’ down my street
When she comes to my house
She knocks upon my door
And then she comes in my room
Yeah, an’ she make me feel alright
G-L-O-R-I-A (Gloria)
Gloria, you’re always on the run now
Running after somebody, you gotta get him somehow
I think you’ve got to slow down before you start to blow it
I think you’re headed for a breakdown, so be careful not to show it
Baby, breakdown, go ahead and give it to me
Breakdown, honey take me through the night
Breakdown now I standin’ here can’t you see
Breakdown, it’s all right
Break up to make up, that’s all we do
First you love me then you hate me, that’s a game for fools
Breaking up is hard to do…
Anybody else could see what’s wrong with me,
But they walk away and just pretend…
When I breakdown.
Just walk on by,
Wait on the corner…
Ooh ooh yes I’m the great pretender (ooh ooh)
Just laughing and gay like a clown (ooh ooh)
I seem to be what I’m not (you see)
I’m wearing my heart like a crown
Pretending that you’re still around
Just like Pagliacci did
I try to keep my surface hid
Smiling in the crowd I try
But in my lonely room I cry
The tears of a clown
When there’s no one around
I’m in with the in crowd
I go where the in crowd goes
I’m in with the in crowd
And I know what the in crowd knows
Oh yes he is (oh yes he is), oh yes he is (oh yes he is)
There’s one thing that he loves and that is flattery
One week he’s in polka-dots, the next week he is in stripes
'Cause he’s a dedicated follower of fashion
Nm.
Please don’t mind me
if my eyes have fallen onto your magazine
Oh I’ve been watching and wondering
why your face is changing with every line you read.
For all those lines and circles, to me, a mystery.
Eve, pull down the apple and give a taste to me.
I got a song that ain’t no melody, I’m gonna sing it to my friends
I got a song that ain’t no melody, I’m gonna sing it to my friends
Will it go round in circles, will it fly high like a bird up in the sky
Will it go round in circles, will it fly high like a bird up in the sky
I’ll sing my song to the wide open spaces
I’ll sing my heart out to the infinite sea
I’ll sing my visions to the sky high mountains
I’ll sing my song to the free, to the free
I sing the body electric
I celebrate the me and to come
I toast to my own reunion
When I become one with the sun
She got electric boots,
A mohair suit,
You know I read it in a magazine, oh, oh…
Ba, ba, ba, Benny and the Jets…