Whispering why you’ll never leave me
Whispering why you’ll never grieve me
Whisper and say that you’ll believe me
Whispering that I love you
Whisper of how I’m yearning
To mingle with the old time throng
Give my regards to old Broadway
And say that I’ll be there e’er long
'Cause you can’t jump the track, we’re like cars on a cable,
And life’s like an hourglass, glued to the table
No one can find the rewind button now
Sing it if you understand.
And breathe, just breathe
Whoa breathe, just breathe
Every breath you take
Every move you make
Every bond you break
Every step you take
I’ll be watching you
Private Eyes
They’re watching you
They see your every move
Private Eyes
They’re watching you
Private Eyes
They’re watching you watching
You watching you watching you
I’m just sittin’ here,
Watchin’ the wheels go round and round.
I really love to watch them roll.
No longer ridin’ on the merry-go-round;
I just had to let it go.
He never ever learned
To read or write a book so well
But he could play his guitar
Just like a-ringing a bell
Go go, go Johnny go go go!
Go Johnny go go go!
Go Johnny go go go!
Go Johnny go go go!
Aah Johnny B. Goode!
Little Johnny Walker caught a bullet last night
Runnin’ from the guitar store,
He took.a left down the alley,
Guess he shoulda gone right
They say that I won’t last too long on Broadway
I’ll catch a Greyhound bus for home, they all say
But they’re dead wrong, I know they are
'Cause I can play this here guitar
And I won’t quit till I’m a star on Broadway
I won’t quit till I’m a star on Broadway
The old man finally got up
Said where in the Hell you been
I’ve been waiting all these years
For you to stumble in
Then he took down an old dusty case
Said go on and pack it up
You don’t owe me nothing
And then he said good luck
There was something spooky in his voice
And something strange on his face
When he shut the lid
I saw my name was on the case
Bought a beat up six string, in a secondhand store
Didn’t know how to play it, but he knew for sure
That one guitar, felt good in his hands
Didn’t take long, to understand
Just one guitar, slung way down low
Was a one way ticket, only one way to go
I got my first real six-string,
Bought it at the five-and-dime,
Played it 'til my fingers bled,
Was the summer of sixty-nine.
Oh, it breaks my heart to see those stars
Smashing a perfectly good guitar
I don’t know who they think they are
Smashing a perfectly good guitar
I love the touch of watching the stars
I love the sound of trashing guitars
Custom made, Townshend’s ace
Smash the axe and break the case
I love the sound of crashing guitars
Crashing and crashing!
Who draws the crowd and plays so loud
Baby it’s the guitar man
Who’s gonna steal the show
You know, baby, it’s the guitar man
He ordered Chet’s guitar course COD
Makes A&E an’ he’s workin’ on B
Digs C&W&R&B an’ me an’ a chimpanzee
Agree that one day soon he’ll be
A celebrity
Get it!
Get it!
Get it!
Get it!
OWWWWWWWWW!
Gitarzan!
He’s a gitar man!
He’s all you can stand
Give him a hand
Gitarzan!
Like a rolling stone
A like a rolling stone
Like the FBI and the CIA
And the BBC, BB King
And Doris Day
Matt Busby
Dig it, dig it, dig it
Dig it, dig it, dig it, dig it, dig it, dig it, dig it, dig it
I’m so very diga diga doo by nature
If you don’t say diga diga to your mate
You’re gonna lose your pop
You’re gonna lose that girl (yes, yes, you’re gonna lose that girl)
You’re gonna lose that girl (yes, yes, you’re gonna lose that girl)
If you don’t take her out tonight
She’s going to change her mind (she’s gonna change her mind)
And I will take her out tonight
And I will treat her kind (I’m gonna treat her right)
We hear you’re leaving, that’s okay
I thought our little wild time had just begun
I guess you kind of scared yourself, you turn and run
But if you have a change of heart
Rikki don’t lose that number
You don’t want to call nobody else
Send it off in a letter to yourself
Rikki don’t lose that number
It’s the only one you own
You might use it if you feel better
When you get home