Cheer up sleepy Jean,
Oh, what can it mean to a
Daydream believer and a
Homecoming queen?
Everybody run
The Homecoming Queen’s got a gun
She’s a Killer Queen
Gunpowder, gelatin
Dynamite with a laser beam
Guaranteed to blow your mind
Anytime
But shoot it in the right direction
Make makin’ it your intention
Live those dreams
Scheme those schemes
Got to hit me (hit me!)
Hit me (hit me!)
Hit me with those laser beams!
Won’t you give me three steps,
Give me three steps, Mister,
Give me three steps towards the door…
Knock three times on the ceiling if you want me,
Twice on the pipe if the answer is no.
Oh my sweetness [knock, knock, knock]
Means you’ll meet me in the hallway,
Twice on the pipe [clank, clank] means you ain’t gonna show.
One is the loneliest number that you’ll ever do
Two can be as bad as one
It’s the loneliest number since the number one
One two three four
Can I have a little more
Five six seven eight nine ten
I love you.
All seven and we’ll watch them fall
They stand in the way of love
And we will smoke them all
With an intellect and a savior-faire
No one in the whole universe
Will ever compare
Figure eight as double four
Figure four as half of eight
If you skate, you would be great
If you could make a figure eight
That’s a circle that turns 'round upon itself
Eight little monkeys jumping on a bed
One fell down and broke his head
Mama called the doctor and the doctor said,
“No more monkeys jumping on the bed!”
I’m just sitting here watching the wheels go round and round
I really love to watch them roll
No longer riding on that merry-go-round
I just had to let it go
Ezekiel saw that wheel
Way up in the middle of the air
Ezekiel saw that wheel whirling
Way up in the middle of the air
Now the little wheel runs by faith
And the big wheel runs by the grace of God
And a wheel in a wheel whirling
Way up in the middle of the air
Who’s that writin’? John the Revelator
Who’s that writin’? John the Revelator
Who’s that writin’? John the Revelator
Wrote the book of the seven seals
Who? Who? Who wrote the book of love?
And I’m giving you a longing look…
Everyday I write the book.
Don’t tell me you don’t know the difference
Between a lover and a fighter.
With my pen and my electric typewriter
Even in a perfect world where everyone was equal
I’d still own the film rights and be working on the sequel.
And I’m giving you a longing look…
Everyday
Everyday
Everyday I write the book.
Everyday
Everyday
Everyday
Everyday I write the book…
Old friends, old friends,
Sat on their park bench like bookends
A newspaper blown through the grass
Falls on the round toes
of the high shoes of the old friends
I read the news today, oh boy
About a lucky man who made the grade
And though the news was rather sad
Well, I just had to laugh
I saw the photograph
Every time I see your face,
It reminds me of the places we used to go.
But all I’ve got is a photograph,
And I realize you’re not coming back anymore.
Now I’m lookin’ at a flashback Sunday
Zoom lens feelings just won’t disappear
Close-up darkroom sweet-talk in my ear
Her hot-spot love for me is strong
This freeze-frame moment can’t be wrong
Freeze-frame (freeze-frame)
Freeze-frame (freeze-frame)
Freeze-frame (freeze-frame)
Freeze-frame, now freeze