There’s a man goin’ ‘round takin’ names
And he decides who to free and who to blame
Everybody won’t be treated all the same
There’ll be a golden ladder reachin’ down
When the man comes around
I got gas in the tank
I got money in the bank
I got news for you baby, you’re looking at the man
I got skin in the game
I don’t feel no pain
I got news for you baby, you’re looking at the man
Who’s the man? Who’s the man?
I’m the man, I’m the man
Who’s the man with the plan?
I’m the man
There’s something happening here
What it is ain’t exactly clear
There’s a man with a gun over there
Telling me I got to beware
Janie’s got a gun
Janie’s got a gun
Her dog day’s just begun
Now everybody is on the run
Everybody run
The homecoming queen’s got a gun…
Are you ready, hey, are you ready for this?
Are you hanging on the edge of your seat?
Out of the doorway the bullets rip
To the sound of the beat
London calling to the faraway towns
Now war is declared and battle come down
London calling to the underworld
Come out of the cupboard, you boys and girls
London calling, now don’t look to us
Phony Beatlemania has bitten the dust
London calling, see we ain’t got no swing
Except for the ring of that truncheon thing
London in the summer time
Call me now, use the satellite
London in the summer time
Cuss me out and it’ll feel all right
Three cool cats, three cool cats
Parked on the corner in a beat-up car
Dividing up a nickel candy bar
Talking all about how sharp they are, these
Three cool cats
And davy crockett rides around
And says it’s cool for cats
The sweeney’s doing ninety
'Cause they’ve got the word to go
They get a gang of villains
In a shed up at heathrow
They’re counting out the fivers
When the handcuffs lock again
Born on a mountain top in Tennessee
Greenest state in the land of the free
Raised in the woods so he knew ev’ry tree
Kilt him a bear when he was only three
Davy, Davy Crockett, king of the wild frontier
I was born across the river in the mountains where I call home.
Lord, times were good there. Don’t know why I ever roamed.
Oh, Tennessee River and a mountain man, we get together anytime we can.
Oh, Tennessee River and a mountain man, we play together in Mother Nature’s Band.
In my Tennessee mountain home
Life is as peaceful as a baby’s sigh
In my Tennessee mountain home
Crickets sing in the fields near by
Did you ever see a she-gator protect her younguns
Or a fish in a river swimming free
Did you ever see the beauty of the hills of Carolina
Or the sweetness of the grass in Tennessee
And lord I can’t make any changes
All I can do is write ‘em in a song
But I can see the concrete slowly creepin’
Lord take me and mine before that comes
Once I had a girl on Rocky Top
Half bear, other half cat
Wild as a mink, but sweet as soda pop
I still dream about that
Rocky Top, you’ll always be
Home sweet home to me
Good ol’ Rocky Top
Rocky Top, Tennessee
Rocky Top, Tennessee
It’s the sweetest thing I know of, just spending time with you
It’s the little things that make a house a home
Like a fire softly burning and supper on the stove
The light in your eyes that makes me warm
Hey, it’s good to be back home again
Sometimes this old farm feels like a long lost friend
Yes, 'n, hey it’s good to be back home again
Home, home on the range,
Where the deer and the antelope play
Where seldom is heard,
A discouraging word,
And the skies are not cloudy all day…
The monkeys stand for honesty,
Giraffes are insincere,
And the elephants are kindly but
They’re dumb.
Orangutans are skeptical
Of changes in their cages,
And the zookeeper is very fond of rum.
Zebras are reactionaries,
Antelopes are missionaries,
Pigeons plot in secrecy,
And hamsters turn on frequently.
What a gas! You gotta come and see
At the zoo.
All the world seems in tune,
On a spring afternoon,
When we’re poisoning pigeons in the park.
Every Sunday you’ll see,
My sweetheart and me,
As we poison the pigeons in the park.
Saturday in the park,
I think it was the Fourth of July
Saturday in the park,
I think it was the Fourth of July