With her soft French cream
Standing in that doorway like a dream
I wish she’d just leave me alone
Because French cream won’t soften them boots
And French kisses will not break that heart of stone
With her long hair falling
And her eyes that shine like a midnight sun
Whoah-o she’s the one, she’s the one
Shouldn’t I have this?
Shouldn’t I have this?
Shouldn’t I have all of this, and
Passionate kisses
Passionate kisses, whoa-oh-oh
Passionate kisses from you?
Whoa, Black Betty (Bam-ba-Lam)
Whoa, Black Betty (Bam-ba-Lam)
Black Betty had a child (Bam-ba-Lam)
The damn thing gone wild (Bam-ba-Lam)
Drums beatin’ cold, English blood runs hot
Lady of the house wonderin’ when it’s gonna stop
House boy knows that he’s doin’ all right
You should have heard him just around midnight
Brown Sugar, how come you taste so good
Brown Sugar, just like a young girl should
Walk me down to school, baby
Everybody’s acting deaf and blind
Until they turn and say, “Why don’t you stick to your own kind.”
Strangers passing in the street
By chance two separate glances meet
And I am you and what I see is me.
And do I take you by the hand
And lead you through the land
And help me understand the best I can
[Note: in the original Meddle version said word has always sounded like “classes” to me [as in two different social classes]. The Pompeii version tho clearly sounds like “glances”…]
Interstate five stayin’ alive
Won’t someone try to open up your eyes
You must be blind if you can’t see
The gapin’ hole called reality
Feel the city breakin’ and everybody shakin’
And we’re stayin’ alive, stayin’ alive
Ah, ha, ha, ha, stayin’ alive, stayin’ alive
Ah, ha, ha, ha, stayin’ alive
I’m a cowboy, on a steel horse I ride
I’m wanted dead or alive
Wanted dead or alive
Oh, I shoulda been a cowboy,
Wearin’ my six-shooter and
Ridin’ my pony on a cattle drive
Stealin’ all the young girls hearts…
Just like Gene and Roy.
And then I’d
Get a cuppa cawfee
'N give my foot a push . . .
Just me 'n the pygmy pony
Over by the Dennil Floss Bush
‘N then I might just
Jump back on
An’ ride
Like a cowboy
Into the dawn to Montana
I went from Phoenix, Arizona all the way to Tacoma
Philadelphia, Atlanta, L.A.
Northern California where the girls are warm
So I could be with my sweet baby, yeah
I been all around this great big world
And I seen all kinds of girls
Yeah, but I couldn’t wait to get back in the States
Back to the cutest girls in the world
I wish they all could be California girls
I wish they all could be California
I wish they all could be California girls
California girls,
We’re unforgettable,
Daisy dukes, bikinis on top,
Sunkissed skin, so hot,
We’ll melt your popsicle…
California’s on my mind,
Surf ‘n’ sand, setting in the sun.
California’s on my mind,
One day you’re gonna be
A place in our memory.
Memories may be beautiful and yet
What’s too painful to remember
We simply choose to forget
So it’s the laughter we will remember
Whenever we remember the way we were
If we are subject to
Empirical minds
I wonder what lies beyond
Our memory’s confines
If memory is the true
Sum of who we are
May your children know the truth
And shine like the brightest star
Memories help me see
Amnesia
Memories set me free
I remember
How we talked and drank into the misty dawn
I hear the voices
We ran by the water on the wet summer lawn
I see the footprints, I remember
I feel the way you would
I feel the way you would
I know you feel the way I do
'Cause there ain’t nobody else like us out here
And there ain’t nothing you can do
But feel the way I feel too
Do you feel like we do?
Do you feel like we do?
Oh, that’s true
Do you feel
Do you feel
Like we do?
I wanna thank you