Bang bang, shoot 'em up
Bang bang, blow you away
It’s a showdown in the no man’s land
For the cowboy of the modern day
He lay face down in the desert sand
Clutching his six-gun in his hand
Shot from behind, I thought he was dead
But under his heart was an ounce of lead
But a spark still burned so I used my knife
And late that night I saved the life of Ringo
From out of the east a stranger came, a law book in his hand, a man
The kind of a man the West would need to tame a troubled land
‘Cause the point of a gun was the only law that Liberty understood
When it came to shootin’ straight and fast, he was mighty good
But what is truth
Is truth unchanging laws?
We both have truths.
Are mine the same as yours?
I know this much is true
This much is true
And I know, I know, I know, I know,
I know, I know, I know, I know, I know,
I know, I know, I know, I know, I know,
I know, I know, I know, I know, I know,
I know, I know, I know, I know, I know,
I know, I know,
Hey, I oughtta leave young thing alone
But ain’t no sunshine when she’s gone
No-no, no, no-no, no-no-no-no
No, no-no, no, no, no-no, no-no, no-no
No-no-no-no, no-no, no, no-no, no
Nobody can do the shing-a-ling like I do
Nobody can do the skate like I do
Well, I said,
“No, no, no, no, I can’t take it no more,
I’m tired of waking up on the floor.
No, thank you, please, it only makes me sneeze,
And then it makes it hard to find the door.”
[Sorry Annie, couldn’t resist an opening like those previous two…:D]
And when I’m flying around the world
And I’m doin’ this and I’m tryin’ do that
And I’m trying to make some girl
Tells me
*baby baby baby baby baby baby baby baby baby baby baby baby baby baby baby baby baby baby baby baby baby baby baby baby baby baby baby baby baby baby baby baby baby baby baby *
better come back later next week
Can’t you see I’m on a losing streak
[Yes, I went to Youtube and counted them all…]
Flying high in the friendly sky
Without ever leaving the ground
And I ain’t seen nothing but trouble baby
Nobody really understands, no no
Thank you Republic Airlines
What a joy to a musician you are
What a zest you’ve added to pedestrian skies
It was boring to be flying where the wild goose flies
But the tedium was broken by your wonderful surprise
when you broke the neck on my guitar
Been stuck in airports, terrorized
Sent to meetings, hypnotized
Overexposed, commercialized
Handle me with care
I ain’t lookin’ to block you up,
Shock or knock or lock you up,
Analyze you, categorize you,
Finalize you or advertise you.
I been Mick Jaggered, silver daggered
Andy Warhol, won’t you please come home?
I been mothered, fathered, aunt and uncled
Been Roy Haleed and Art Garfunkeled
Buddy Holly, Ben-Hur, Space Monkey, Mafia
Hula Hoops, Castro, Edsel is a no-go
U-2, Syngman Rhee, payola and Kennedy
Chubby Checker, Psycho, Belgians in the Congo
So bongo, bongo, bongo
I don’t want to leave the Congo
Oh no no no no no
Bingle, bangle, bungle I’m so happy in the jungle I refuse to go
Don’t want no bright lights, false teeth, doorbells, landlords
I make it clear
That no matter how they coax him
I’ll stay right here
Let’s bungle in the jungle — well, that’s all right by me.
I’m a tiger when I want love,
but I’m a snake if we disagree.
George, George of the Jungle
Strong as he can be!
George, George of the Jungle
Watch out for that tree!
No gal made has got a shade on Sweet Georgia Brown
Two left feet, oh so neat, has Sweet Georgia Brown
They all sigh and want to die for Sweet Georgia Brown
I’ll tell you just why, you know I don’t lie not much
Oh, put me in coach, I’m ready to play today
Put me in coach, I’m ready to play today
Look at me (yeah), I can be centerfield