I know running’s not the answer, but running’s been my nature
And a part of me that keeps me moving on.
If that’s what you have in mind
If that’s what you’re all about
Good luck movin’ up
'Cause I’m moving out
I’m moving out
Well we’re movin on up,
To the east side,
To a deluxe apartment in the sky.
Movin on up,
To the east side,
We finally got a piece of the pie.
Honey pie, you’re making me crazy,
I’m in love but I am lazy,
So won’t you please come home…
Now my life’s an empty stage,
Where Honey lived and Honey played,
And love grew up.
And a small cloud passes overhead,
And cries down on the flower bed,
That Honey loved.
Oh, Im just wild about Harry And Harry's wild about me. The heavenly blisses of his kisses Fill me with ecstasy. He's sweet just like sugar(chocolate) candy, And just like honey from a bee; Oh, Im just wild about Harry
And he’s just wild about me.
He got ju-ju eyeball,
He one holy roller,
He got hair down to his knee,
Got to be a joker cause he too hard to pleases…
Playing with the Queen of Hearts
Knowing it ain’t really smart
The Joker ain’t the only fool
Who’ll do anything for you
I’m a joker
I’m a smoker
I’m a midnight toker
I get my lovin’ on the run
Well, the rain exploded with a mighty crash
As we fell into the sun
And the first one said to the second one there
I hope you’re having fun
Band on the run, band on the run
Hank, why do you drink?
Why do you blow smoke?
Why must you live out the songs that you wrote?
Look at it from my unique position,
Leave me alone,
I’m just carrying on,
A old family tradition…
Tradition, tradition… tradition
Tradition, tradition… tradition
Tradition! Without our traditions, our lives would be as shaky as… as a fiddler on the roof!
You and me and rain on the roof
Caught up in a summer shower
Dryin’ while it soaks the flowers
Maybe we’ll be caught for hours
Waitin’ out the sun
When this old world starts getting me down,
And people are just too much for me to face,
I climb way up to the top of the stairs,
And all my cares just drift right into space.
On the roof it’s peaceful as can be,
And there the world below can’t bother me.
Heal the world
Make it a better place
For you and for me
And the entire human race
There are people dying
If you care enough for the living
Make a better place for you and for me
As I went walking that ribbon of highway
I saw above me that endless skyway
And saw below me that golden valley
This land was made for you and me.
Me and you are subject to the blues now and then
But when you take the blues and make a song
You sing them out again
Sing them out again
From Natchez to Mobile, from Memphis to St. Joe
Wherever the four winds they might blow
I been in some big towns and I heard me some big talk
But there is one thing I know
A woman’s a two-face, a worrisome thing
Who will leave you to sing the blues in the night
I done ran into my baby
And finally found my old blue jean
I done ran into my baby
And finally found my old blue jean
Well, I could tell that they was mine
From the oil and the gasoline
Oh blue jeans and tattoos get me every time
I saw baby for the first time
By the cafe down on second street
Those blue eyes always seem to win mine