Jesus, won’t you fucking whistle
Something but the past is done?
Jesus, won’t you fucking whistle
Something but the past is done?
Why can’t we not be sober?
I just want to start this over
Why can’t we drink forever?
I just want to start this over
I don’t care if it rains or freezes
As long as I’ve got my Plastic Jesus
Glued to the dashboard of my car,
You can buy Him phosphorescent
Glows in the dark, He’s Pink and Pleasant,
Take Him with you when you’re travelling far
I’ve made a small fortune and you squandered it all
You shamed me till I feel about one inch tall
But I thought I loved you and I hoped you would change
So I gritted my teeth and didn’t complain
Now you come to me with a simple goodbye
You tell me you’re leaving but you won’t tell me why
Now we’re here at the station and you’re getting on
And all I can think of is thank God and Greyhound you’re gone
The wheels on the bus go round and round.
Round and round.
Round and round.
The wheels on the bus go round and round,
All through the town!
Hail to the bus driver, bus driver, bus driver
Hail to the bus driver, bus driver-man
He screams and he cusses
He rams other buses
Hail to the bus driver, bus driver-man
I’ve got a brand new pair of rollerskates
You’ve got a brand new key
I think that we should get together and
Try them on to see
Ya can’t roller skate in a buffalo herd
Ya can’t roller skate in a buffalo herd
Ya can’t roller skate in a buffalo herd
But you can be happy if you’ve a mind to
Buffalo gals won’t you come out tonight
Come out tonight come out tonight
Buffalo gals won’t you come out tonight
And we’ll dance by the light of the moon
I met my be-bop baby at the Union Hall
She cold dance all night and shake the paint off the walls.
But when I saw her smile across a crowded room
Well I knew we’d have to leave the party soon
Well, I stepped out the tub
Put my feet on the floor
I wrapped the towel around me
And I opened the door
And then-a… splish-splash, I jumped back in the bath
Well, how was I to know there was a party going on?
Mirror in the bathroom
I just can’t stop it,
Every Saturday you see me
Window shopping.
Find no interest in the
Racks and shelves
Just a thousand reflections
Of my own sweet self, self, self
Sweet, sweet city woman
I can see your face, I can hear your voice
I can almost touch you
Sweet, sweet city woman
Oh my banjo and me
We got a feel for singing, yeah, yeah
Come on, come on, come on, come on
Now, touch me, babe
Can’t you see that I am not afraid?
I don’t want anybody else
When I think about you, I touch myself
Ooh, I don’t want anybody else
Oh no, oh no, oh no
Get a grip on yourself, you know you should
I got a grip on myself and it feels good
Get a grip on yourself, take my advice
I got a grip on myself and it feels nice
Hey, hey - they say I better get a chaperone
Because I can’t stop messin’ with the danger zone
No, I won’t worry, and I won’t fret
Ain’t no law against it yet
Oop - she bop - she bop
Headin’ into twilight
Spreadin’ out her wings tonight
She got you jumpin’ off the track
And shovin’ into overdrive
Highway to the danger zone
I’ll take you
Ridin’ into the danger zone
Help, I’m steppin’ into the twilight zone
This is a madhouse, feels like being home
My beacon’s been moved under moon and star
Where am I to go now that I’ve gone too far?
You thought it was joke and so you laughed, you laughed when I had said that losing you would make me flip my lid, right?
You know you laughed, I heard you laugh, you laughed, you laughed and laughed and then you left, but now you know I’m utterly mad.
And they’re coming to take me away Ha Ha
They’re coming to take me away ho ho he he ha ha
To the happy home with trees and flowers and chirping birds and basket weavers who sit and smile and twiddle their thumbs and toes
They’re coming to take me away ha ha…
You start a conversation you can’t even finish it.
You’re talking a lot, but you’re not saying anything.
When I have nothing to say, my lips are sealed.
Say something once, why say it again?
Psycho Killer
Qu’est-ce que c’est
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