Fit as a fiddle and ready for love
I could jump over the moon up above
Fit as a fiddle and ready for love
Haven’t a worry, I haven’t a care
Feel like a feather that’s floating on air
Fit as a fiddle and ready for love
Johnny, rosin up your bow and play your fiddle hard,
'Cause hell’s broke loose in Georgia, and the devil deals the cards.
And if you win, you get this shiny fiddle made of gold,
But if you lose, the devil gets your soul…
Oh my brother take this warning
Don’t let old Satan hold your hand
You’ll be lost in sin forever
You’ll never reach the Promised Land
The old crossroad now is waiting
Which one are you goin’ to take?
One leads down to destruction
The other to the Pearly Gates
Oh please, say to me
You’ll let me be your man
And please, say to me
You’ll let me hold your hand
Now, let me hold your hand
I want to hold your hand
Put your hand in the hand of the man
Who stilled the water
Put your hand in the hand of the man
Who calmed the sea
So, you are the Christ, you’re the great Jesus Christ
Prove to me that you’re no fool - walk across my swimming pool
If you do that for me, then I’ll let you go free
C’mon, king of the Jews!
I only ask things I’d ask any superstar
What is it that you have got that puts you where you are?
I am waiting, yes, I’m a captive fan
I’m dying to be shown that you are not just any man
Superstar, good God
Enjoy your champagne and caviar
And your chauffeur drivin’ fancy car
But remember how you got where you are
Oh ho ho, 'cause the same folks that made you
Um hum, you better believe they can break you
My Maseratti does one-eighty-five
I lost my license, now I don’t drive
I have a limo, ride in the back
I lock the doors in case I’m attacked
No more speed, I’m almost there
Gotta keep cool now, gotta take care
Last car to pass, here I go
Get your motor runnin’
Head out on the highway
Lookin’ for adventure
And whatever comes our way
Yeah darlin’ go make it happen
Take the world in a love embrace
Fire all of your guns at once, and
Explode into space
Well I thought my life was over when she walked right out on me,
And I watched the world around me just explode.
That’s when I hit the highway, that’s how I came to be.
Morning rider on the road…
Hit the road and I’m gone, what’s my number?
I wonder how your engine feels.
How does it feel being on the outside looking in
What’s a matter baby, is it hurting you
They came at night leaving fear behind
Shadows were on the ground
Well, nobody knew where to find him
No evidence was found
I’m never coming back
They heard him cry
And I believe him
Well he never meant to do anything wrong
It’s gonna get worse if he waits too long
Billy, Billy don’t you lose my number
'Cause you’re not anywhere
That I can find you
Oh, now, Billy, Billy don’t you lose my number
'Cause you’re not anywhere that I can find you, oh no
Hey, how’d you sneak in there atimnie?
Rikki don’t lose that number
You don’t wanna call nobody else,
Send it off in a letter to yourself
Rikki don’t lose that number…
The tide is high but I’m holdin’ on
I’m gonna be your number one, number one
Ev’ry girl wants you to be her man
But I’ll wait my dear till it’s my turn
I’m not the kinda girl who gives up just like that, oh no
First the tide rushes in
Plants a kiss on the shore
Then rolls out to sea
And the sea is very still once more
So I rush to your side
Like the oncoming tide
With one burning thought
Will your arms open wide
You’re playing so cool, obeying every rule
Deep way down in your heart
You’re burning, yearning for the some-somebody to tell you
That life ain’t passing you by
I’m trying to tell you
It will if you don’t even try
You’ll get by if you’d only cut loose
Footloose, kick off the Sunday shoes
Ooh-whee, Marie, shake it, shake it for me
Whoah, Milo come on, come on let’s go
Lose your blues, everybody cut footloose
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,
In and out of Wandsworth with the numbers on their names.
It’s funny how their missus always look so bleeding same,
And meanwhile at the station there’s a couple of likely lads,
Who swear like, “How’s your father?” and they’re very cool for cats.
They’re cool for cats (cool for cats)…
Ooh you’re a cool cat
Coming on strong with all the chit chat
Ooh you’re alright
Hanging out and stealing all the limelight
Ooh messing with the beat of my heart yeah!