There’s a hole in daddy’s arm where all the money goes,
Jesus Christ died for nothin I suppose.
Little pitchers have big ears,
Don’t stop to count the years,
Sweet songs never last too long on broken radios.
Hang in there, John Prine.
Don’t stop believin’
Hold on to that feeling
Streetlight people
Don’t stop believin’
Hold on
Streetlight people
Don’t stop believin’
Hold on to that feeling
Streetlight people
With your streetlights
We light up, we light up, we light up, we light up
With your streetlights
We light up, we light up, we light up, we light up
With your streetlights, lead me like the north star and guide me
With your streetlights you’re lighting up the boulevard
You show me with your streetlights
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Shine a light
Shine a light on me
(Woah) Shine a light on…
Shine a light on me
'Cause I was lost at sea
While the waves were dragging me underneath…
Shine a light on me…
The night was mighty dark so you could hardly see
For the moon refused to shine
Couple sitting underneath the willow tree
For love, they pined
Little May was kinda ‘fraid of darkness
So she says “I guess I’ll go.”
Boy began to sigh, looked up to the sky
Told the sky his little tale of woe
So shine on
Shine on harvest moon
Up in the sky
I ain’t had no lovin’ since January, February, June or July
Is it any wonder
We hate to see the sun go down?
And is it any wonder
We hate to see the full moon coming 'round?
I’m a jet fuel genius - I can solve the world’s problems
Without even trying
I got dozens of friends and the fun never ends
That is, as long as I’m buying
Is it any wonder I’m not the president?
Is it any wonder I’m null and void?
Is it any wonder I’ve got
Too much time on my hands?
*You saw the whole of the moon
I was grounded
While you filled the skies
I was dumbfounded by the truth
You cut through the lies
I saw the rain dirty valleys
You saw Brigadoon
I saw the crescent
You saw the Whole of the moon…*
In Edinburgh I used to know a lass with an’ air, an’ her name was Jo;
An’ every night at ten, I would meet her in the glen.
But now I’ll not see her again. Especially not in the glen, at ten.
For now across the green, I’ll go home with Bonnie Jean!
Go home, go home, go home with Bonnie Jean!
Go home, go home.
I’ll go home with Bonnie Jean!
Billie Jean is not my lover
She’s just a girl who says I’m the one
The child is not my son…
Athena
My heart felt like a shattered glass in an acid bath
I felt like one of those flattened ants
You find on a crazy path
I’d have stopped myself to give her time
She didn’t need to ask
Was I a suicidal psychopath
She’s just a girl
She’s a bomb
She’s just a girl
She’s a bomb
Can’t stay at home, can’t stay at school,
Old folks say ‘You poor little fool’.
Down the streets, I’m the girl next door,
I’m the fox you’ve been waiting for.
Hello, daddy, Hello, mom,
I’m your ch-ch-ch-cherry bomb!
Hello world, I’m your wild girl,
I’m your ch-ch-ch-cherry bomb!
Hello Muddah, hello Faddah
Here I am at Camp Grenada
Camp is very entertaining
And they say we’ll have some fun if it stops raining
I went hiking with Joe Spivey
He developed poison ivy
You remember Leonard Skinner
He got Ptomaine poisoning last night after dinner
Pardon me
My name’s Jeff
And I don’t mind if you are tall and skinny
And those braces on your teeth,
They’re real neat
Thank you for the compliment, Gee you’re sweet
Your name is Carlotta
I met you last summer when we went to Camp Granada
We oughta try to dance
Try to remember when life was so tender
That no one wept except the willow.
Try to remember when life was so tender
That dreams were kept beside your pillow.
You don’t remember me, but I remember you
'Twas not so long ago, you broke my heart in two
Tears on my pillow, pain in my heart
Caused by you, you
If we could start anew, I wouldn’t hesitate
I’d gladly take you back, and tempt the hand of fate
Tears on my pillow, pain in my heart, caused by you
Hands, washing hands
Reaching out
Don’t touch me, I won’t touch you
Sweet Caroline
Good times never seemed so good
The good times are killing me
Here we go!
Got dirt, got air, got water and I know you can carry on
Shrug off shortsighted false excitement and oh what can I say?
Have one, have twenty more “one mores” and oh it does not relent
The good times are killing me
Air…Air
Hit me in the face
I run faster
Faster into the air
(I say to myself)
What is happening to my skin?
Where is that protection that I needed?
Air can hurt you too
Air can hurt you too
Some people say not to worry about the air
Some people never had experience with…
Air…Air