Messrs. K and H. assure the public
Their production will be second to none
And of course Henry The Horse dances the waltz
I’m Henry the eighth I am
Henry the eighth I am, I am
I got married to the widow next door
She’s been married seven times before
Friday morning at nine o’clock she is far away
Waiting to keep the appointment she made
Meeting a man from the motor trade
She (What did we do that was wrong)
Is having (We didn’t know it was wrong)
Fun (Fun is the one thing that money can’t buy)
Something inside that was always denied (Bye-bye)
For so many years
She’s leaving home (Bye-bye)
6:30 winter morn
Snow keeps falling, silent dawn
A rose by any other name
Eva leaves her Swanbrook home
A kindest heart which always made
Me ashamed of my own
She walks alone but not without her name
Eva flies away
Dreams the world far away
In this cruel children’s game
There’s no friend to call her name
Eva sails away
Dreams the world far away
The Good in her will be my sunflower field
And I knew
She had made me happy
Flowers in her hair
Flowers everywhere
I love the flower girl
Oh, I don’t know just why, she simply caught my eye
I love the flower girl
She seemed so sweet and kind, she crept into my mind
Honey, ah sugar sugar
You are my candy girl
And you’ve got me wanting you
You’re honey, child, to a swarm of bees
Gonna blow right through you like a breeze
Give me one last dance
We’ll slide down the surface of things
You’re the real thing
Yeah the real thing
You’re the real thing
Even better than the real thing. Child
I got some memories to look back on
And though they help when you phone
I’m well aware nothing takes
The place of your being there
There ain’t nothing
There ain’t nothing
Like the real thing, baby
There ain’t nothing
Like the real thing
I got some memories to look back on
And though they help when you phone
I’m well aware nothing takes
The place of your being there
There ain’t nothing
There ain’t nothing
Like the real thing, baby
There ain’t nothing
Like the real thing
Since you been gone I can do whatever I want
I can see whomever I choose
I can eat my dinner in a fancy restaurant
But nothing
I said nothing can take away these blues
'Cause nothing compares
Nothing compares to you
But since you been gone
I can breathe for the first time
I’m so moving on
Yeah, yeah
Thanks to you
Now I get what I want
Since you been gone
Yes I understand
That every life must end
As we sit alone
I know someday we must go
Yeah I’m a lucky man
To count on both hands
The ones I love
Some folks just have one
Yeah others they got none
Stay with me
Let’s just breathe
Breathing
(Out, in, out, in, out, in)
Breathing
Breathing my mother in
Breathing my beloved in
Breathing
Breathing her nicotine
Breathing
Breathing the fall-out in
Out in, out in, out in, out in
We’ve lost our chance
We’re the first and the last, ooh
After the blast
Chips of plutonium
Are twinkling in every lung
So long, mom,
I’m off to drop the bomb,
So don’t wait up for me.
But while you swelter
Down there in your shelter,
You can see me
On your TV
Boom goes London
And boom Paris
More room for you
And more room for me
And every city the whole world round
Will just be another American town
Last night I watched the news from Washington, the capitol
The Russians escaped while we weren’t watching them, like Russians will
Now we’ve got all this room, we’ve even got the moon
And I hear the U.S.S.R. will be open soon
As vacation land for lawyers in love
Flew in by Miami Beach B.O.A.C.
Didn’t get to bed last night
On the way the paper bag was on my knee
Man I had a dreadful flight
I’m back in the U.S.S.R.
You don’t know how lucky you are boy
Back in the U.S.S.R.
Party in the city where the heat is on
All night, on the beach till the break of dawn
“Welcome to Miami”
“Bienvenidos a Miami”
Bouncin’ in the club where the heat is on
All night, on the beach till the break of dawn
I’m goin to Miami
“Welcome to Miami”
And you could come to me by plane
But that wouldn’t be the same
As that old motel room in Texarkana was
I’ll take two of what you’re having
I’ll take all you got
To kill this goddamn lonely love
Keep your foot hard on the pedal, Son, never mind them brakes.
Let it all hang out 'cause we got a run to make.
The boys are thirsty in Atlanta and there’s beer in Texarkana,
And we’ll bring it back no matter what it takes.