Now I can’t keep you mama
But I know you’re always there
You listen, you teach me mama
And I know inside you care
So get down, down here beside me
Oh you ain’t going nowhere
No I won’t hurt you mama
But its getting so hard - oh
Ha ha, ha ha ha ha, ha ha, argh
Ha ha, ha ha ha ha, ha ha, argh
Well the telephone is ringing,
Is that my mother on the phone?
Telephone is ringing,
Is that my mother on the phone?
The telephone is screaming,
Won’t she leave me alone?
The telephone is ringing,
Is that my mother on the phone?
I look into the sky
The love you need ain’t gonna see you through
And I wonder why
The little things are finally coming true
Oh, oh, telephone line, give me some time, I’m living in twilight
I heard your mother now she’s going out the door
Did she go to work or just go to the store
All those things she said, I told you to ignore
Oh why can’t we talk again, oh why can’t we talk again, oh why can’t we talk again
Don’t leave me hanging on the telephone
Don’t leave me hanging on the telephone
Want to see our pictures on the cover
(Stone) want to buy 5 copies for our Mothers (yeah)
(Stone) want to see my smilin’ face
On the cover of the Rolling Stone…
I put your picture away
Sat down and cried today
I can’t look at you
While I’m lying next to her
Long ago it must be
I have a photograph
Preserve your memories
They’re all that’s left you.
If I had a photograph of you
It’s something to remind me
I wouldn’t spend my life just wishing
You oughta be in pictures;
You’re beautiful to see.
Picture a bright blue ball
Just spinning, spinning free
Dizzy with eternity
Paint it with a skin of sky
Brush in some clouds and sea
Call it home for you and me
And I think it’s gonna be all right
Yeah, the worst is over now
The mornin’ sun is shinin’ like a red rubber ball
Hey ya’ll prepare yourself for the rubberband man
You’ve never heard a sound
Like the rubberband man
You’re bound to lose control
When the rubberband starts to jam
Ground Control to Major Tom
Ground Control to Major Tom
Take your protein pills and put your helmet on
Rocket Man, burning out his fuse up hete alone…
Calling occupants of interplanetary craft
Calling occupants of interplanetary craft
Calling occupants of interplanetary, most extraordinary craft
Mario C. likes to keep it clean
Gonna shine like a sunbeam
Keep on rappin’, 'cause that’s my dream
Thank Moe Dee for ‘Sticking to Themes’
Now when it comes to envy y’all is green
Jealous of the rhyme and the rhyme routine
Another dimension, new galaxy
Intergalactic, planetary
Seven fighters, navigators
Intergalactic space crusaders
Federation dictators
No scruples, lethal traitors
Outriders, invaders
Intergalactic space crusaders
Domination, liberators
Fighting to survive
Starship trooper, go sailing on by
Catch my soul, catch the very night
Hide the moment from my eager eyes
Though you’ve seen them, please don’t tell a soul
What you can’t see, can’t be very whole
I fly a starship,
Across the universe divide…
I thought that they were angels but to my surprise
They climbed aboard their starship and headed for the skies
Singing, come sail away come sail away
Come sail away with me