There’s a young man that I know, his age is twenty-one,
Comes from down in southern Colorado.
Just out of the service and he’s lookin’ for his fun,
Someday soon, goin’ with him, someday soon.
My parents cannot stand him, ‘cause he rides the rodeo,
My father says that he will leave me cryin’.
I would follow him right down the toughest road I know,
Someday soon, goin’ with him, someday soon.
It’s the broncs and blood
The steers and the mud
And they call the thing rodeo…
Hear the bells ring six o’clock
In three more hours I must go
And catch that train out of Colorado
Head for the Texas rodeo
I always thought you deserved the best
Can’t wait to see you in a classy dress
This is your moment, don’t settle for less
You know you can’t go wrong
You don’t belong on the boulevard
You’re so much more than you think you are
Give Beverly Hills my regards
'Cause that’s where you belong
Yeah, where you belong
There ain’t much that he ain’t got
And girl if I was you
I’d have a blast, I’d go for broke
Hey, what else do you gotta do?
So take what you can, honey
All 'cause you’re gonna want a lot
They’re gonna think you’re hot, hot, hot
Rodeo drive, baby
Rodeo drive, baby
Rodeo drive (rodeo drive)
Rodeo drive
Mama washed and combed and curled my hair
And then she painted my eyes and lips, then I stepped into a satin
Dancin’ dress that had a split on the side clean up to my hip
It was red velvet trim and it fit me good
Standin’ back from the lookin’ glass
There stood a woman where a half gown kid had stood
So whenever I feel that my place
In the world is beginning to crash
I apply one great stroke of mascara
To my rather limp upper lash
And I can cope again
Good God, there’s hope again
When life is a real bitch again
And my old sense of humor has up and gone
It’s time for the big switch again
I put a little more mascara on
I’m a bitch, I’m a bitch oh, the bitch is back
Stone cold sober as a matter of fact
I can bitch, I can bitch 'cause I’m better than you
It’s the way that I move, the things that I do oh
Yeah, you got to mix it, child, you got to fix
It must be love, it’s a bitch
Yeah, you got to mix it, child, you got to fix
It must be love, it’s a bitch, alright
I’m in love with the girl that I’m talking about,
I’m in love with the girl I can’t live without,
I’m in love but I sure picked a bad time,
To be in love…
Sign, sign
Everywhere a sign
Blockin’ out the scenery
Breakin’ my mind
Do this
Don’t do that
Can’t you read the sign?
In a mountain greenery
Where God paints the scenery
Just two crazy people together
While you love your lover
Let blue skies, be your coverlet
When it rains we’ll laugh at the weather
Let the stormy clouds chase.
Everyone from the place
Come on with the rain
I’ve a smile on my face
While the K.K.K. convention are all stranded in the bar
They wear hoods and carry shotguns in the main streets of Montgomery
But they’re helpless here as babies 'cause they’re only here on holiday
What do we care if the world is a joke? (Tokyo Storm Warning)
We’ll give it a big kiss, we’ll give it a poke (Tokyo Storm Warning)
Death wears a big hat 'cause he’s a big bloke (Tokyo Storm Warning)
We’re only living this instant
It’s a typical American phenomenon
Where all the members have a fine old time.
It’s the Forty-Third Annual Convention
Of the Grand Mystic Royal Order
Of the Nobles of the Ali Baba Temple of the Shrine.
-“BB”-
Everything is broken
because of grist that curtails
Get the Western on
Stick with family
At the lodge
At the lodge
At the lodge
I’m feeling numb now
I’m feeling numb
When I was a child I had a fever,
My hands felt just like two balloons,
Now I’ve got that feeling once again,
I can’t explain, you would not understand,
This is not how I am,
I have become comfortably numb.
Sun lights up the day time
Moon lights up the night
I light up when you call my name
‘Cause I know you’re gonna treat me right
You give me fever (You give me fever) when you kiss me
Fever when you hold me tight (You give me fever)
Fever in the mornin’
Fever all through the night (Wow!)
I wanna jump but I’m afraid I’ll fall
I wanna holler but the joint’s too small
Young man rhythm’s got a hold of me too
I got the rockin’ pneumonia and the boogie woogie flu
He was a famous trumpet man from out Chicago way,
He had a boogie style that no one else could play,
He was the top man at his craft,
But then his number came up and he was gone with the draft.
He’s in the army now, a-blowin’ reveille,
He’s the boogie woogie bugle boy of Company B.
Seventy Six Trombones led the big parade
A hundred and ten cornets close at hand
Followed by rows and rows
Of virtuosos