From my high-school garage-band days.I played rhythm guitar and sang the bass parts.
Well, she got her daddy’s car and she cruised through the hamburger stand now.
Seems she forgot all about the library like she’d told her old man now,
And with the radio blastin’ goes cruisin’ just as fast as she can now,
And she’ll have fun, fun, fun 'til her daddy take the T-bird away.
Well the girls can’t stand her 'cause she walks, looks, and drives like an ace now (You walk like an ace now, you walk like an ace)
She makes the Indy 500 look like a Roman chariot race now (You look like an ace now, you look like an ace)
A lotta guys try to catch her but she leads them on a wild goose chase now (You drive like an ace now, you drive like an ace)
And she’ll have fun, fun, fun 'til her daddy take the T-bird away.
Go!
I’m gonna wake you up early cause I’m gonna take a ride with you.
We’re goin’ down to the Honda shop, I’ll tell you what we’re gonna do.
Put on a ragged sweatshirt, I’ll take you anywhere you want me to.
First gear, it’s all right (Honda, Honda, go faster, faster)
Second gear, I’ll lean right (Honda, Honda, go faster, faster)
Third gear, hang on tight (Honda, Honda, go faster, faster)
Faster, it’s all right.
I’m in love with it
Intoxicated
I’m enraptured
From the inside I can feel that you want to
Wake up high on it
Feel it suspending
I’m enamored
Way up in the sky I can see that you want to
I’ve been a romantic for so long
All I’ve ever had are love songs
Singing oh-oh-oh
Go on, I dare you
We got portly and regular and extra-long
(Is my size up there?)
We got tailors to fix it, if it comes out wrong
(Is my size up there?)
We got all kinds of sweatshirts, you can take your pick
(Is my size up there?)
With the collars ripped off, like that Flashdance flick
(Is my size up there?)
Now we got country and western on the bus, R and B,
We got disco in eight tracks and cassettes in stereo.
We’ve got rural scenes and magazines,
We’ve got truckers on the CB.
We’ve got Richard Pryor on the video.
We got time to think of the ones we love,
While the miles roll away.
But the only time that seems too short,
Is the time that we get to play…
Transmit the message, to the receiver,
Hope for an answer some day
I got three passports, a couple of visas,
You don’t even know my real name
High on a hillside, the trucks are loading,
Everything’s ready to roll
I sleep in the daytime, I work in the nighttime,
I might not ever get home
This ain’t no party, this ain’t no disco,
This ain’t no fooling around
This ain’t no Mudd Club, or C. B. G. B.,
I ain’t got time for that now
Pilot of the airwaves
Here is my request
You don’t have to play it
But I hope you’ll do your best
I’ve been listening to your show
On the radio
And you seem like a friend to me
When I got to the show
Yo, ho, ho
I could tell that you had been crying, crying
It’s that same sing-song and the DJ sucks
It makes me sad
I tried to turn it off (turn it off)
To say goodbye, my love
That radio song
Hey, hey, hey
I am the DJ, I can make you dance
I play what I play because I can
I follow no one, I don’t give a damn
I’m here to have fun and make you jam
When I scritchy, scritchy, scratch
I will make you shake your back
you’ll be lookin’ up and callin’ me sire
I’m the leader of the pack
I’m the first and only act
I’m the DJ, I can take you higher, higher
Is she really going out with him
Oh there she is, let’s ask her
Betty, is that Jimmy’s ring your wearing
Um hm
Gee it must be great riding with him
Is he picking you up after school today
Unuh
By the way, where’d you meet him
I met him at the candy store
He turned around and smiled at me
You get the picture
That’s when I fell for…
The leader of the pack
Is he really goin’ out with ‘er? I don’t know. Look, here he comes now. Let’s ask
‘im. Hey, Murray, is it true Betty’s wearin’ your ring? Uh-huh.
Who’s that bangin’ on the piano? I don’t know. You goin’ out with
her tonight? You bet yer fur. By the way, where’d ya meet her?
I met her one day at the Laundromat.
She turned around and smiled at me, ya get the picture? (Yes, we see).
And that’s when I fell in love with the Leader Of the Laundromat
[L:] Oh Ricky, what’s a girl like me supposed to do
[L:] You really drive me wild when you sing your babaloo
[R:] Oh Lucy, you’re so dizzy, don’t you have a clue
[R:] Well, here’s to you Lucy
[R:] I love you too Lucy, too Lucy, let’s babaloo Lucy
Dizzy
I’m so dizzy my head is spinning
Like a whirlpool, it never ends
And it’s you, girl, making it spin
You’re making me dizzy
First time that I saw you, girl
I knew that I just had to make you mine
But it’s so hard to talk to you
With fellas hanging 'round you all the time
I want you for my sweet pet
But you keep playing hard to get
I’m going around in circles all the time
Oh, Sweet Pea, come on and dance with me.
Come on, come on, come on and dance with me.
Oh, Sweet Pea, won’t you be my girl?
Won’t you, won’t you, won’t you be my girl?
Just before the battle, the General hears a row
He said, “The Yanks are coming, I hear their rifles now”
He turns around in wonder and what do you think he sees?
The Georgia Militia eating goober peas
Just before the battle, the General hears a row
He said, “The Yanks are coming, I hear their rifles now”
He turns around in wonder and what do you think he sees?
The Georgia Militia eating goober peas
I’m a hussar, I’m a Hun, I’m a wretched Englishman
Routing Bonaparte at Waterloo
I’m a dragoon on a dun, I’m a Cossack on the run
I’m a horse soldier, timeless, through and through
I’m a horse soldier, eternal, through and through
He’s five-foot-two and he’s six-feet-four
He fights with missiles and with spears
He’s all of thirty-one and he’s only seventeen
He’s been a soldier for a thousand years
He’s a catholic, a Hindu, an Atheist, a Jane
A Buddhist and a Baptist and Jew
And he knows he shouldn’t kill
And he knows he always will kill
You’ll for me my friend and me for you
And he’s fighting for Canada, he’s fighting for France
He’s fighting for the USA
And he’s fighting for the Russians and he’s fighting for Japan
And he thinks we’ll put an end to war this way
Would you harbor me?
Would I harbor you?
Would you harbor me?
Would I harbor you?
Would you harbor a Christian, a Muslim, a Jew
A heretic, convict or spy?
Would you harbor a run away woman, or child,
A poet, a prophet, a king?
Would you harbor an exile, or a refugee,
A person living with AIDS?
Would you harbor a Tubman, a Garrett, a Truth
A fugitive or a slave?
Would you harbor a Haitian Korean or Czech,
A lesbian or a gay?
Would you harbor me?
Would I harbor you?
Would you harbor me?
Would I harbor you?
I’ve been a puppet, a pauper, a pirate, a poet, a pawn and a king
I’ve been up and down and over and out, and I know one thing
Each time I find myself flat on my face
I pick myself up and get back in the race
That’s life (That’s life), I tell ya, I can’t deny it
I thought of quitting, baby
But my heart just ain’t gonna buy it
And if I didn’t think it was worth one single try
I’d jump right on a big bird and then I’d fly