With this very unpleasin’
Sneezin’ and wheezin
The calliope crashed to the ground
The calliope crashed to the ground
And it’s sad when you know it’s your heart you can’t trust.
There’s a reason why people stay where they are.
Baby, sometimes, love just ain’t enough.
Is your love enough?
Come on baby, make me believe it
Is my love enough?
Yes I believe it
Is love enough?
I’ll make you believe it…
Do you believe in magic in a young girl’s heart?
How the music can free her, whenever it starts
And it’s magic, if the music is groovy
It makes you feel happy like an old-time movie
Oh, I’m never gonna be the same again
Now I’ve seen the way it’s got to end
Sweet dream, sweet dream
Strange magic
Oh, what a strange magic
Oh, it’s a strange magic
Got a strange magic
Got a strange magic
I was proceeding in a Southerly direction, Milord, when I heard uh, strange
sounds coming from the Wardour Place, Mi’lord. A sort of boogie-woogie music
was being played.
I can hear music
I can hear music
The sound of the city baby seems to disappear
I can hear music
Sweet sweet music
Whenever you touch me baby
Music makes pictures and often tells stories
All of it magic and all of it true
And all of the pictures and all of the stories
All of the magic, the music is you
And if they had the words I could tell to you
To help you on your way down the road
I couldn’t quote you no dickens, shelley or keats
'Cause it’s all been said before
Make the best out of the bad, just laugh it off
You didn’t have to come here anyway, so remember
Every picture tells a story don’t it?
Every picture tells a story don’t it?
Every rose has its thorn
Just like every night has its dawn
Just like every cowboy sings his sad, sad song
Every rose has its thorn
Cares of the past are behind
Nowhere to go, but I’ll find
Just where the trail will wind
Drifting along with the tumblin’ tumbleweeds
I know when night has gone
That a new world’s born at dawn!
I’ll keep rolling along
Deep in my heart is a song
Here on the range I belong
Drifting along with the tumbling tumbleweeds
There’s a new world somewhere,
They call the promised land.
And I’ll be there someday,
If you could hold my hand.
I still need you there beside me,
No matter what I do,
For I know I’ll never find another you.
Los Angeles give me Norfolk Virginia
Tidewater four ten o nine
Tell the folks back home this is the promised land calling
And the poor boy is on the line
Pennsylvania, six, five-thousand!
Operator operator
Please connect me
To 1982
Operator, well could you help me place this call?
Well, I can’t read the number that you just gave me.
There’s something in my eyes, you know it happens every time.
I think about a love that I thought would save me.
Oh, baby
Don’t be shy (don’t be shy)
Just take your time (just take your time)
I’d like to get to know you (like to get to know you)
I’d like to make you mine (like to make you mine)
I’ve been waiting, standing here so patiently
For you to come over and have this dance with me
And my number is Beechwood 4-5789
You can call me up and have a date any old time
Jenny, I’ve got your number
I need to make you mine
Jenny, don’t change your number
867-5309
867-5309
867-5309
867-5309
Hello, how are you?
Have you been alright
Through all those lonely lonely lonely lonely lonely nights
That’s what I’d say, I’d tell you everything
If you’d pick up that telephone
No more lonely nights
Will you be alone
All you got to do is
Pick up your telephone
And dial 634-5789
(What’s my number)
634-5789