The poor cook he caught the fits,
And threw away all my grits,
And then he took and he ate up all of my corn.
Let me go home,
Why don’t they let me go home?
This is the worst trip I’ve ever been on…
Low rider knows every street, yeah
Low rider is the one to meet, yeah
Low rider don’t use no gas now
Low rider don’t drive too fast
Take a little trip, take a little trip
Take a little trip and see
Take a little trip, take a little trip
Take a little trip with me
I’ve got two tickets to paradise…
Hey (hey) you (you)
Get into my car
(Who me?)
Yes you, get into my car
Hey you out there on your own
Sitting naked by the phone
Would you touch me?
Hey you with you ear against the wall
Waiting for someone to call out
Would you touch me?
Hey you, would you help me to carry the stone?
Open your heart, I’m coming home
I think of childhood friends and the dreams we had
We live happily forever so the story goes
But somehow we missed out on that pot of gold
But we’ll try best that we can to carry on
So I’m sailing for tomorrow my dreams are a-dyin’
And my love is an anchor tied to you (tied with a silver chain)
I have my ship and all her flags are a-flyin’
She is all that I have left and music is her name
Well I’m on the Downeaster Alexa
And I’m cruising through Block Island Sound
I have charted a course to the vineyard
But tonight I am Nantucket bound
Oh the prairie lights are burnin’ bright,
The Chinook wind is a-movin’ in,
Tomorrow night I’ll be Alberta bound.
Though I’ve done the best I could,
My old luck ain’t been so good and,
Tomorrow night I’ll be Alberta bound.
Think I’ll go out to Alberta
Weather’s good there in the fall
I got some friends that I can go to working for
Still I wish you’d change your mind
If I asked you one more time
But we’ve been through that a hundred times or more
It’s a long way out here from Nova Scotia
And your new love wasn’t part of my plan
But I knew from your smile you’d be with him for a while
I didn’t come all the way to Calgary
Just to see you with another man.
Well I hear you went up to Saratoga and your horse naturally won
Then you flew your Lear jet up to Nova Scotia
To see the total eclipse of the sun
Well you’re where you should be all the time
And when you’re not you’re with some underworld spy
Or the wife of a close friend, wife of a close friend, and you’re so vain.
Who do you think you are?
Runnin’ 'round leaving scars,
Collecting your jar of hearts,
And tearing love apart,
You’re gonna catch a cold,
From the ice inside your soul
Don’t come back to me,
Who do you think you are?
Who do you think we are
Special forces in an armoured car
Who do you think we are
We don’t care, we don’t care
Mr. Big Stuff
Who do you think you are
Mr. Big Stuff
You’re never gonna get my love
Now because you wear all those fancy clothes (oh yeah)
And have a big fine car, oh yes you do now
Do you think I can afford to give you my love (oh yeah)
You think you’re higher than every star above
And the tears I’ve cried for that woman are gonna flood you Big River,
Then I’m gonna sit right here until I die…
Now they’re some sad things known to man,
But ain’t too much sadder than,
The tears of a clown, when there’s no one around…
While the children laughed
I was always afraid
of the Smile of the clown
So I close my eyes
Till I can’t see the light
And I hide from the sound
We’re two of a kind
Silence and I
there’s always a rainbow after the rain
She comes in colors ev’rywhere
She combs her hair
She’s like a rainbow
Coming, colors in the air
Oh, everywhere
She comes in colors