So I looked at the scenary she read her magazine
And the moon rose over an open field
Cathy I’m lost I said though I knew she was sleeping
I’m empty and aching and I don’t know why
Counting the cars on the New Jersey Turnpike
They’ve all come to look for America
All come to look for America
I just wanted to kiss someone
I got the moondog blues
You just happened to be standing there
So won’t you tell me
Won’t you tell me the truth
Are you old enough
Are you old enough
Honey don’t even ask me if you can come along
Down at the border you need to be older
and you sure don’t look like my daughter
Your ridiculous age, start a state outrage
and I’ll end up in a Mexican jail
Darling please don’t cry you know I wouldn’t tell you no lie
You’re much too young, girl
With all the charms of a woman
You’ve kept the secret of your youth
You led me to believe
You’re old enough
To give me Love
Little Sheba she’s as tough as you’ll find
She’s the local color burnin’ like a Florida Pine
They raise the girls on gator down here
Doncha know
Little Sheba she’s the favorite one
Everybody’s got money on her 9 to 1
They raise the girls on gator down here
Doncha know
An I dont give a damn
bout my reputation
The worlds in trouble
Theres no communication
An everyone can say
What they want to say
It never gets better anyway
Sit down, take a look at yourself
Don’t you want to be somebody?
Someday somebody’s gonna see inside
You have to face up, you can’t run and hide.
Have you heard about the Lonesome Loser?
Beaten by the Queen of Hearts every time.
Have you heard about the Lonesome Loser?
He’s a loser but he still keeps on trying.
In the clearing stands a boxer,
And a fighter by his trade
And he carries the reminders
Of ev’ry glove that laid him down
And cut him till he cried out
In his anger and his shame,
“I am leaving, I am leaving.”
But the fighter still remains
So kiss me and smile for me
Tell me that youll wait for me
Hold me like youll never let me go.
Im leavin on a jet plane
I dont know when Ill be back again
Oh, babe, I hate to go.