She blinded me with science!
Putting on gloves don’t make you a fighter
And all the study in the world
Doesn’t make it science
Am I physikist?
Maybe not, but I knows what matters.
This particularly rapid, unintelligible patter
Isn’t generally heard and if it is, it doesn’t matter, matter, matter, matter, matter, matter, matter, matter, matter, matter!
No matter what you are
I will always be with you
Doesn’t matter what you do girl, ooh girl with you
No matter what you do
I will always be around
Won’t you tell me what you found girl, ooh girl won’t you
No matter where you go
I will find you
In the place with no frontiers
No matter where you go
I will find you
If it takes a thousand years
Heaven knows no frontiers
And I’ve seen heaven in your eyes
Heaven knows
It’s not the way it should be
And heaven knows
It’s not the way it could be
and don’t you know
There’s no need to leave
Ooh baby,
Do you know what it’s worth?
Heaven is a place on earth…
(I hate that commercial)
Though it’s cold and lonely in the deep dark night
I can see paradise by the dashboard light
Out past the cornfields where the woods got heavy
Out in the back seat of my ‘60 Chevy
Workin’ on mysteries without any clues
Workin’ on our night moves
'Cause like a princess she was laying there
Moonlight dancing off her hair
She woke up and took me by the hand
She’s gonna love me in my Chevy van and that’s all right with me
I remember when rock was young,
Me and Suzie had so much fun,
Holding hands and skimming stones,
Had an old gold Chevy and a place of my own.
I told your mama you’d be in by ten,
Well, Susie baby looks like we goofed again,
Wake up little Susie, wake up…
Well I looked at my watch, it was 10:05
Man, I didn’t know if I was dead or alive
And I was rollin’, reelin’ and a rockin’
We was reelin’ and a rockin’
Rollin’ till the break of dawn
Dawn is a feeling, a beautiful ceiling
The smell of grass just makes you pass into a dream.
You’re here today, no future fears
This day will last a thousand years, if you want it to.
Pretty as a midsummer’s morn
They call her Dawn
Dawn, go away, I’m no good for you
Oh, Dawn, stay with him, he’ll be good to you
Hang on (Hang on)
Hang on to him
Think (think) what a big man he’ll be
Think (think) of the places you’ll see
Now think what the future would be with a poor boy like me
Me
Poor boy don’t need 'lectronics to make no Rock n Roll.
Poor boy got boogie woogie born right in his soul.
Poor boy got rythym. Poor boy got blues.
Poor boy got boogie woogie bubbling in his shoes.
She’s got the boogie fever,
She likes to boogie down,
Boogie fever,
I think it’s going around.
Back off boogaloo,
What dyer think you’re gonna do?
I got a flash right from the start…