I was walking up Sixth Avenue when Balloon Man came right up to me
He was round and fat and spherical with the biggest grin I’d ever seen
He bounced on up toward me but before we could be introduced
He blew up very suddenly
I guess his name was probably Bruce
And I laughed like I always do
And I cried like I cried for you
And Balloon Man blew up in my hand
Don’t want to be a fat man
People would think that I was just good fun
Would rather be a thin man
I am so glad to go on being one
No one knows what it’s like
To be the bad man
To be the sad man
Behind blue eyes
No one knows what it’s like
To be hated
To be fated
To telling only lies
In the twilight glow I see her
Blue eyes crying in the rain
When we kissed goodbye and parted
I knew we’d never meet again
Those cool and limpid Green Eyes -
A pool wherein my love lies.
So deep that in my searching for happiness
I fear that they will ever haunt me,
Sometime I’m overcome thinking about
Making love in the green grass
Behind the stadium
With you, my brown-eyed girl,
You, my brown-eyed girl.
Down the lane I walk with my sweet Mary
Hair of gold and lips like cherries
It’s good to touch the green, green grass of home
Yes, they’ll all come to meet me
Arms reaching, smiling sweetly
It’s good to touch the green, green grass of home
Yeah, I don’t care when the sun goes down
Where I lay my weary head
Green, green valley or rocky road
It’s there I’m gonna make my bed
Don’t let the sun go down on me
Although I search myself, it’s always someone else I see
I’d just allow a fragment of your life to wander free
But losing everything is like the sun going down on me
Don’t let the rain come down, oh no,
Oh no, don’t let the rain come down.
My roof’s got a hole in it and I might drown.
I say, my roof’s got a hole in it and I might drown.
The roof is leaking and the wind is howling
Kids are crying 'cos the sheets are so cold
I woke this morning found my hands were frozen
I’ve tried to fix the fire, but you know the damn thing’s too old
The country doctor rambles
Bankers’ nieces seek perfection
Expecting all the gifts that wise men bring
The wind howls like a hammer
The night blows rainy
My love she’s like some raven
At my window with a broken wing.
When the night wind howls in the chimney cowls, and the bat in the moonlight flies,
And inky clouds, like funeral shrouds, sail over the midnight skies
When the footpads quail at the night-bird’s wail, and black dogs bay the moon,
Then is the spectre’s holiday then is the ghosts’ high noon !
Don’t be afraid to stand in the shadow of love
The hour is late and you know that time waits for no-one
See the glow of the soul in her face
Then you know that you’re caught in the shadow of love
A brief embrace and fear and restraint have all gone
Innocence burns yes a fire that burned all along
Rise up! Gather round
Rock this place to the ground
Burn it up, let’s go for broke
Watch the night go up in smoke
Rock on! (Rock on!) Drive me crazier
No serenade, no fire brigade, just pyromania
Burn down the mission
If we’re gonna stay alive
Watch the black smoke fly to heaven
See the red flame light the sky
The ghosts of sin torment the priests
Their altar will soon be destroyed
Heaven’s palace, turning black
The church now belongs to the dead
Blackened magic, infest with lust
Lucifer rules supreme
Moi, j’veux dessiner les oiseaux
Qui viennent d’un pays
Que tu connais même pas
(I just want to draw birds
who come from a country
that you don’t even know.)
Voulez-vous coucher avec moi ce soir?
Voulez-vous coucher avec moi?
Yea yea yea yea
(Do you want to have pizza with me?)
(Do you now?)
(Yeah yeah yeah yeah)
She loves you, yeah, yeah, yeah
She loves you, yeah, yeah, yeah
And with a love like that, you know you should be glad.