Hey, you! Out there on your own
Sitting naked by the phone
Would you touch me?
I wear my pink pajamas in the summer when it’s hot
I wear my flannel nighties in the winter when it’s not
And sometimes in the springtime and sometimes in the fall
I jump right in between the sheets with nothing on at all
I’m too sexy for my shirt,
Too sexy for my shirt,
So sexy it hurts…
They took the whole Indian nation
Locked us on this reservation
Though I wear a shirt and tie
I’m still part redman deep inside
Kaw-liga was a wooden Indian standing by the door.
He fell in love with an Indian maiden over in the antique store.
Kaw-liga just stood there and never let it show,
So she could never answer “yes” or “no.”
Running bear loved Little white dove,
With a love that couldn’t die…
Just look in my eyes
I’ve a’waited so long baby
Now that we’re friends
Every man’s got his patience
And here’s where mine ends
I want your sex
I want your love
I want your sex
I want your sex
If you think I’m sexy come on, baby tell me so…
If you think I’ll sit around as the world goes by
You’re thinkin’ like a fool cause it’s a case of do or die
Out there is a fortune waiting to be had
If you think I’ll let it go you’re mad
You’ve got another thing comin’
Every breath you take,
Every move you make,
Every bond you break,
Every step you take,
I’ll be watching you…
All I want from tomorrow
Is to get it better than today
Step by step, one by one, higher and higher
Step by step, rung by rung
Climbing Jacob’s ladder
A mole, digging in a hole
Digging up my soul
Now going down, excavation
I and I in the sky
You make me feel like I can fly
So high, elevation
I dig a pony,
You can celebrate anything you want,
Yeah, you can celebrate anything you want…
Celebrate good times, come on!
(It’s a celebration)
Celebrate good times, come on!
(Let’s celebrate)
Let the good times roll
Let them knock you around
Let the good times roll
Let them make you a clown
It’s not easy to be in love, you see
When you’re a clown like me
But, where are the clowns?
Send in the clowns,
Don’t bother, they’re here…
Clowns to the left of me,
Jokers to the right, here I am,
Stuck in the middle with you
Now they’re some sad things known to man
But ain’t too much sadder than
The tears of a clown when there’s no one around
I’m stuck on you
Been a fool too long I guess it’s time for me to come on home
Guess I’m on my way