We didn’t start the fire
It was always burning
Since the world’s been turning
We didn’t start the fire
No we didn’t light it
But we tried to fight it
And it burns, burns, burns… the ring of fire…
They say the Silicon Valley boys are lonely and so are you
But I don’t care, 'cause no one cares about girls who are lonely too
So now you know how to make a deal
You wanna girl band with sex appeal?
But you can’t even bring your wallet on a date
You pretend to care, but it’s too late
Alright ok, you’re fired, so yeah you win
The things you said, you can’t take them back again
Take back your mink
Take back your pearls
What made you think
That I was one of those girls?
Take back the gown
The gloves and the hat
I may be down
But I’m not flat as all that.
Baby take off your coat
Real slow
And take off your shoes
I’ll take off your shoes
Baby take off your dress
Yes yes yes
You can leave your hat on
You can leave your hat on
You can leave your hat on
It was somewhere in a fairy tale
I used to take her home in my car
We learned about love in the back of the Dodge
The lesson hadn’t gone too far
You see she was gonna be an actress
And I was gonna learn to fly
She took off to find the footlights
And I took off to find the sky
I’ve been to Pittsburgh, Parkersburg, Gravelbourg, Colorado
Ellensburg, Rexburg, Vicksburg, El Dorado
Larimore, Admore, Haverstraw, Chatanika
Chaska, Nebraska, Alaska, Opelaka
Baraboo, Waterloo, Kalamazoo, Kansas City
Sioux City, Cedar City, Dodge City, what a pity
I’ve been everywhere, man
I’ve been everywhere, man
Worked construction for a while in St. Louis
I was helping build a great big new motel
It rained so much I couldn’t make the payments
I sold my car it didn’t run too well.
Got a job at makin’ stoke ice in Ohio
But it rained so much I moved along again
It never seemed to rain when you were with me
Or I just didn’t notice rain back then.
Oh, it rained in every town except Paducah
In a way it reminds me of you
It rained in every town except Paducah
Then one day it rain in Paducah too
‘Cause the wind was my mother
The highway is my brother
I was born to wander
And it’s time for movin’ on
I was born to wander
Turn around and I’ll be gone, gone, gone
And I would do it for you, for you
Baby I’m not moving on
I love you long after you’re gone
For you, for you
You would never sleep alone
I love you long after you’re gone
And long after you’re gone, gone, gone
Everybody seems so far away from me
Everybody just wants to be free
Look away from the sky
It’s no different when you’re leaving home
I can’t be the same thing to you now
I’m just gone, just gone
All the world over, so easy to see,
People everywhere just wanna be free,
Listen, please listen, that’s the way it should be,
There’s peace in the valley,
People got to be free…
She’s a valley girl
In a clothing store
Okay, fine
Fer sure
Fer sure
She’s a
Like, oh my god!
(Valley girl)
Like, totally!
(Valley girl)
Encino is, like, so bitchin’
(Valley girl)
There’s, like, the Galleria
(Valley girl)
And, like
All these, like, really great shoe stores
They can beg and they can plead
But they can’t see the light (that’s right)
'Cause the boy with the cold hard cash
Is always Mister Right
'Cause we are living in a material world
And I am a material girl
You know that we are living in a material world
And I am a material girl
Hush little baby don’t you cry
Papa’s gonna buy you a Mockingbird,
If that Mockingbird don’t sing,
Papa’s gonna buy you a diamond ring…
I’m gonna buy a paper doll that I can call my own
A doll that other fellows cannot steal
(Sad rag doll) I’d change her sad rags into glad rags if I could
(If I could) My folks won’t let me 'cause they say that she’s no good
She’s a rag doll, such a rag doll
Though I love her so, I can’t let her know
I was born and raised down in Alabama
On a farm way back up in the woods
I was so ragged that folks used to call me Patches
About forty-five minutes southeast of Thibodaux, Louisiana
Lived a man called Doc Mills South and his pretty wife Hannah
Well, they raised up a son that could eat up his weight in groceries
Named him after a man of the cloth
Called him Amos Moses, yeah
Well my daddy left home when I was three
Didn’t leave much to my mom and me
Except this old guitar and an empty bottle of booze
Now, I don’t blame him 'cause he run and hid
But the meanest thing that my daddy ever did
Was before he left, he went and named me Sue