The Mississippi Delta was shining
Like a National guitar
I am following the river
Down the highway
Through the cradle of the civil war
Delta Dawn, what’s that flower you have on
Could it be a faded rose from days gone by?
And did I hear you say he was a-meeting you here today
To take you to his mansion in the sky?
I’ve got a mansion just over the hilltop
In that bright land where we’ll never grow old
Through the summer rain of 1845
The coach had finally arrived
To the valley where the crossroads meet below
And where all darkness seems to grow
People blame it on the Hill
The hill where no one dares to go…
The Mansion
Jan got married at fourteen to a racketeer named Bill
She made secret calls to the Monkey Man from a mansion on the hill
Well I am just a monkey man
I’m glad you are a monkey, monkey woman too, babe
I’ll be your Tarzan, you’ll be my Jane
I’ll keep you warm and you’ll keep me sane
We’ll sit in the trees and eat bananas all day
Just like an ape man
(Alley-Oop) He’s the toughest man there is alive
(Alley-Oop) Wearin’ clothes from a wildcat’s hide
(Alley-Oop) He’s the king of the jungle jive
(Look at that cave man go!!) (SCREAM)
Jungle Love, it’s driving me mad
It’s making me crazy
Welcome to the jungle
We’ve got fun ‘n’ games
We got everything you want
Honey, we know the names
He’s free as the breeze
He’s always at ease
He lives in the jungle and hangs by his knees
As he swings through the trees
Without a trapeze
In his BVDs
You were standing at the station
In your briefcase was your aftershave and underwear
Can you hear the whistle blow?
Sounds like time the avenger
Down by the station
Early in the morning
See the shiny train cars
All in a row
Midnight
And I’m a-waiting on the 12:05
Hoping it’ll take me
Just a little farther down the line
The killer’s breed or the demon’s seed
The glamour, the fortune, the pain
Go to war again, blood is freedom’s stain
Don’t you pray for my soul anymore
2 minutes to midnight, the hands that threaten doom
2 minutes to midnight, to kill the unborn in the womb
Waiting for the break of day
Searching for something to say
Flashing lights against the sky
Giving up, I close my eyes
Sitting cross-legged on the floor
25 or 6 to 4
1 for the fading sun
2 for the location
3 for the martyrs and the stars
4 for the wind and sand
5 so you understand
We got sunlight on the sand, we got moonlight on the sea,
We got mangoes and bananas you can pick right off a tree,
We got volleyball and ping-pong and a lot of dandy games!
What ain’t we got? We ain’t got dames!
Women behind bars, women in fast cars
Women in distress, women with no dress
Women in aeroplanes, women who play games
Women in uniform, see that woman with her clothes torn
Feel the cruel stones
Breaking her bones
Dead before born
Words fall in ruins but no sound
She’s dying of your shame
She’s maimed by your aim