As she posts another letter to the sound of five,
People gather 'round her and she finds it hard to stay alive,
It’s just another day
And she feeds you tea and oranges that come all the way from China,
And just when you mean to tell her that you have no love to give her,
Then she gets you on her wavelength and she lets the river answer,
That you’ve always been her lover.
I need a lover that won’t drive me crazy
Some girl to thrill me and then go away
I need a lover that won’t drive me crazy
Some girl that knows the meaning of, uh,
“Hey, hit the highway.”
Looking for a penny on an empty beach
I’ve been looking for a lover who has eyes to see
While I’m here I wanna walk with you, hold you hand
In the sun, in the sun, in the sun, in the sun
Turquoise eyes, the color I need to get clean
I’ve been searching for the daughter
Of the devil himself
I’ve been searching for an angel in white
I’ve been waiting for a woman who’s a little of both*
And I can feel her but she’s nowhere in sight
*WTF? The words aren’t “I’ve been waiting for a women who’s a little bold”? I’ve been singing it wrong all these years? Well, damn!
One night in Bankok and the worlds’s your oyster
The bars are temples but the pearls ain’t free
You’ll find a god in every golden cloister
A little flesh a little history
I can feel an angel sliding up to me
It’s just no good anymore since you went away
Number One is the loneliest
Number One is the loneliest
Number One is the loneliest number that you’ll ever do
Remember when you ran away
And I got on my knees
And begged you not to leave
Because I’d go berserk?
Well, you left me anyhow
And then the days got worse and worse,
And now you see I’ve gone
Completely out of my mind.
Almost divine, she takes her time
And she go out of her mind
On the way out, out of this world
On a day out, out of this world
Your love lifted me
Out of this world
So transported as the leaves to our lives unfurl
With the love out of this world
Towers of fire, rise ever higher
Magical flags will be unfurled
To Jesus our god, the young are the strong
The night that children rule the world
When children rule the world, tonight, when children rule the world
Some folks are born made to wave the flag
Ooh, they’re red, white and blue
And when the band plays “Hail to the Chief”
Ooh, they point the cannon at you, Lord
It ain’t me, it ain’t me; I ain’t no senator’s son, son
It ain’t me, it ain’t me; I ain’t no fortunate one
Prophets foretold Him, Infant of wonder;
Angels behold Him on His throne.
Worthy our Savior of all our praises;
Happy forever are His own.
I was born in the wagon of a travellin’ show
My mama used to dance for the money they’d throw
Papa would do whatever he could
Preach a little gospel, sell a couple bottles of
Doctor Good
I was born in a crossfire hurricane
And I howled at my ma in the driving rain
But it’s all right now, in fact it’s a gas
But it’s all right
I’m Jumpin’ Jack Flash, it’s a gas, gas, gas
I can still recall the wheat fields of St Paul
And the morning we got caught robbing from an old hen.
Old McDonald he made us work, but then he paid us for what it was worth.
Another tank of gas and back on the road again.
Busted flat in Baton Rouge, waitin’ for a train
And I’s feelin’ near as faded as my jeans
Bobby thumbed a diesel down, just before it rained
It rode us all the way to New Orleans
Old MacDonald had a farm, E-I-E-I-O
And on his farm he had a pig, E-I-E-I-O
With an oink-oink here and an oink-oink there
Here an oink, there an oink, everywhere an oink-oink
Old MacDonald had a farm, E-I-E-I-O
Big man, pig man, ha ha charade you are.
You well heeled big wheel, ha ha charade you are.
And when your hand is on your heart;
You’re nearly a good laugh, almost a joker, with your head down in the pig bin
Saying, " Keep on digging", pig stain on your fat chin.
What do you hope to find, when you’re down in the pig mine?
You’re nearly a laugh, you’re nearly a laugh, but you’re really a cry.