You’re not decorating a girl for a night on the town
And I’m not a second-rate queen getting kicks with a crown
Next stop will be Europe
The Rainbow’s gonna tour, dressed up, somewhere to go
We’ll put on a show
Look out, mighty Europe
Because you oughta know whatcha gonna get in me
Just a little touch of
Just a little touch of
Argentina’s brand of star quality
Wing
Is written on your feet
Your Achilles heel
Is a tendency
To dream
But you’ve known that from the beginning
You didn’t have to go so far
You didn’t have to go.
You know what you are
You’re gonna be a star.
You know what you are
You’re gonna be a star
When you wish upon a star
Your dreams will take you very far
But when you wish upon a dream
Life ain’t always what it seems
What’d you see on a night so clear
In the sky so very dear
Dreams of loneliness,
Like a heartbeat, drives you mad
In the stillness of remembering, what you had,
And what you lost and what you had and what you lost
You left some letters in the upstairs room
I can’t read them now, it’s been too soon.
You left some books and some old dress
I’m the only other thing you left.
And you won’t be back for me.
Pour some truth on a cut that stings.
Yeah, you won’t be back for me.
I guess that’s everything.
Well, did he ever return?
No he never returned
And his fate is still unlearned (what a pity)
Love rebounds
Heart goes snap
Is she ever
Coming back?
Let her down
Break her fall
Never ever
Felt so small
And I always hear them singing
And complaining about the world
And my chiming bells are ringing out
The word the word the word
A-well, a bird, bird, b-bird is a word
A-well, a bird, bird, bird, b-bird’s a word
A-well, a bird, bird, bird, well-a bird is a word
A-well, a bird, bird, b-bird’s a word
A-well-a don’t you know about the bird?
Well, everybody knows that the bird is a word
“May the bird of paradise fly up your nose”
“May an elephant caress you with his toes”
“May your wife be plagued with runners in her hose”
“May the bird of paradise fly up your nose”
Give the word a chance to say
That the word is just the way
It’s the word I’m thinking of
And the only word is love
Love is a many splendored thing,
Love lifts us up where we belong,
All you need is love!
Give me love, give me love, give me peace on earth…
For here
Am I sitting in a tin can
Far above the world
Planet Earth is blue
And there’s nothing I can do
Tin soldiers and Nixon coming
We’re finally on our own
This summer I hear the drumming
Four dead in Ohio
There won’t be any trumpets blowing,
Come the judgment day,
On the bloody morning after,
One tin soldier rides away.
Early morning, April 4
Shot rings out in the Memphis sky
Free at last, they took your life
They could not take your pride
In the name of love
What more in the name of love
Then we heard a shot, and I said, “Papa got him.”
Then we heard a scream, and Mama smiled and said, “Betcha Billy got him.”
But when I lifted up my eyes, there was Papa in the doorway staring at the floor,
And my big brother Billy never did come home no more.
Now I’ll be glad when you’re dead, you rascal, you, uh-huh
I’ll be glad when you’re dead, you rascal, you, oh yeah
Well, I let you into my home; you gonna leave my woman alone
I’ll be glad when you’re dead, you rascal, you
Suicide is painless…
You’re too old to lose it, too young to choose it
And the clock waits so patiently on your song
You walk past a cafe but you don’t eat when you’ve lived too long
Oh, no, no, no, you’re a rock ‘n’ roll suicide