The chills that you spill
Up my back keep me filled
With satisfaction when we’re done
Satisfaction of what’s come
I couldn’t ask for another (I-I-I-I)
No, I couldn’t ask for another (that’s right)
Another one bites the dust
Another one bites the dust
And another one gone, and another one gone
Another one bites the dust
With an ache in my head
And a hole in my heart
I gotta shake the dust of this crummy little town…
I thought happiness was Lubbock Texas in my rear view mirror
My mama kept calling me home but I just did not want to hear her
And the vision was getting clearer in my dream
Every time when I look in the mirror
All these lines on my face getting clearer
The past is gone
It went by, like dusk to dawn
Isn’t that the way
Everybody’s got the dues in life to pay
I know nobody knows
Where it comes and where it goes
I know it’s everybody sin
You got to lose to know how to win
I’m starting with the man in the mirror
I’m asking him to change his ways
And no message could have been any clearer
If you want to make the world a better place
(If you want to make the world a better place)
Take a look at yourself, and then make a change
There were lines on the mirror, lines on her face
She pretended not to notice she was caught up in the race
Out every evenin’ until it was light
He was too tired to make it
She was too tired to fight about it
Life in the fast lane
Surely make you lose your mind
If you want to hang out
You’ve got to take her out
Cocaine
If you want to get down
Down on the ground
Cocaine
She don’t lie
She don’t lie
She don’t lie
Cocaine
If you got bad news
You want to kick the blues
Cocaine
When your day is done
And you want to ride on
Cocaine
Some get a kick from cocaine
I’m sure that if I took even one sniff
That would bore me terrifically too
But I get a kick out of you
I get a kick every time I see you standing there before me
I get a kick though it’s clear to me, you obviously don’t adore me
I get no kick in a plane
Flying too high with some guy in the sky
Is my idea of nothing to do
Yet I get a kick out of you
Panama red, panama red
He’ll steal your woman, then he’ll rob your head
Panama red, panama red
On his white horse, mescalito
He come breezin’ through town
I’ll bet your woman’s up in bed with
Panama red
Have you seen Panama
Where I first fell in love
It will forever be an emerald necklace
Set between the seas
Beside a crystal stream
In the mountains of Chiriqui
I saw a girl astride a horse she waved at me
I was fifteen
I was not a child I was not yet a man
I was trying very hard to understand
Indifferent to the dangers of living in a foreign land
Was I falling in love or under the spell Of Panama?
Jump back, what’s that sound?
Here she comes, full blast’n top down
Hot shoe, burnin’ down the avenue
Model citizen, zero discipline
Don’t you know she’s coming home with me
You’ll lose her in that turn
I’ll get her!
Panama, Panama
Panama, Panama
Aruba, Jamaica, ooh I wanna take ya
Bermuda, Bahama, come on pretty mama
Key Largo, Montego
Baby why don’t we go
Jamaica
If I travel all my life
And I never get to stop and settle down
Long as I have you by my side
There’s a roof above and good walls all around
You’re my castle, you’re my cabin
And my instant pleasure dome
I need you in my house
'Cause you’re my home
You’re my home
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But I can’t find my way home.
But I can’t find my way home.
But I can’t find my way home.
But I can’t find my way home.
Still I can’t find my way home,
And I ain’t done nothing wrong,
But I can’t find my way home.
I’m sitting in the railway station,
Got a ticket to my destination.
On a tour of one-night stands, my suitcase and guitar in hand,
And every stop is neatly planned for a poet and a one-man band.
Homeward bound,
I wish I was,
Homeward bound.
Home, where my thought’s escaping,
Home, where my music’s playing,
Home, where my love lies waiting,
Silently for me.
I’m a soldier marchin’ in an army
Got no gun to shoot
But what I got is one guitar
I got this one guitar
And it goes… na na na…
So if you get knocked down you gotta take a stand
For all the outcast, dead last who need a helping hand
So get your tambourines and turn your arms up loud
And raise your voices, voices up above this crowd
Can you imagine, three people walking in, singing a bar of Alice’s Restaurant and walking out. They may think it’s an organization. And can you, can you imagine fifty people a day, I said fifty people a day walking in singin’ a bar of Alice’s Restaurant and walking out. And friends, they may think it’s a movement! And that’s what it is, the Alice’s Restaurant Anti-Massacree Movement, and all you got to do to join is sing it the next time it comes around on the guitar, with feeling.
We are the Village Green Preservation Society
God save Donald Duck, vaudeville and variety
We are the Desperate Dan Appreciation Society
God save strawberry jam and all the different varieties
I miss the village green,
And all the simple people.
I miss the village green,
The church, the clock, the steeple.
She came from Greece she had a thirst for knowledge
She studied sculpture at Saint Martin’s College
That’s where I
Caught her eye
She told me that her Dad was loaded
I said “In that case I’ll have a rum and Coca-Cola”
She said “Fine”
And then in thirty seconds time she said
I wanna live like common people
I wanna do whatever common people do
Wanna sleep with common people
I wanna sleep with common people
Like you