But at night I’m a junk food junkie. Good Lord, have pity on me.
It may be his soul was bigger than a body’s ought to be
Singin’ songs and bringin’ laughter to the likes of you and me
'Cause the world he saw was sadder than the one he hoped to find
But it wasn’t near as lonesome as the one he left behind
Yesterday they found him on the floor of his hotel
Reachin’ toward the needle, Lord, that drove him down to hell
Some folks called it suicide, others blame the speed
But we just called it crucified when Billy Dee O.D.'d
Everybody’s misused him; ripped him off and abused him.
Another junkie playin’; pushin’ dope for the man.
A terrible blow, but that’s how it go…
Freddie’s on the corner now… if you wanna be a junkie, wow…
Remember, Freddie’s dead…
I gotta be cool relax, get hip
Get on my track’s
Take a back seat, hitch-hike
And take a long ride on my motor bike
Until I’m ready (Ready Freddie)
Crazy little thing called love
This thing called love I just can’t handle it
this thing called love I must get round to it
I ain’t ready
Crazy little thing called love
Crazy
I’m crazy for feeling so lonely
I’m crazy
Crazy for feeling so blue
I knew you’d love me as long as you wanted
And then some day
You’d leave me for somebody new
Crazy, but that’s how it goes
Millions of people living as foes
Maybe it’s not too late
To learn how to love and forget how to hate
Mental wounds not healing
Life’s a bitter shame
I’m goin’ off the rails on a crazy train
Aqualung my friend –
Don’t you start away uneasy
You poor old sod, you see, it’s only me.
Do you still remember
The December’s foggy freeze –
When the ice that
Clings on to your beard was
Screaming agony.
And you snatch your rattling last breaths
With deep-sea-diver sounds,
And the flowers bloom like
Madness in the spring.
Springtime for Hitler and Germany
Rhineland’s a fine land once more!
Springtime for Hitler and Germany
Watch out, Europe
We’re going on tour!
When Der Fuehrer says we is de master race
We heil heil right in Der Fueher’s face
Not to love Der Fuehrer is a great disgrace
So we heil heil right in Der Fuehrer’s face!
“Drah’ Di net um, oh oh oh
Schau, schau, der Kommissar geht um! oh oh oh
Er wird Dich anschau’n und du weißt warum
Die Lebenslust bringt Di um.”
Alles klar, Herr Kommissar?
(or…)
Don’t turn around, oh oh
Der Kommissar’s in town, oh oh
You’re in his eye and you’ll know why
The more you live, the faster you will die
Alles klar, Herr Kommissar?
(Lüge dirigiert die Welt, Ehrlichkeit bringt selten Geld,
Jeder möcht’ Sieger sein, wer verliert bleibt ganz allein;
Doch manch Will’ ist möglich durch die Fantasie
Du stirbst um zu leben und nimmst um zu geben;
Einmal im Jahr wird alles wahr
Zu Weihnacht vergiss nicht,
Vergiss es gewiss nicht.
The whole world needs, a Christmas dream,
We need it to warm us, to calm us, to love us . . .
We need it to warm us, to calm us, to love us . . .
We need it to warm us, to calm us, to love us . . .
To help us to dream our Christmas dream!
Auf den Ästen in den Gräben,
Ist es nun still und ohne Leben,
Und das Atmen fällt mir ach so schwer,
Weh mir, oh weh
Und die Vögel singen nicht mehr
in English:
On the branches in the ditches
it’s now silent and without life
And breathing becomes oh so hard for me
Woe is me, oh woe
And the birds sing no more
Helter skelter in a summer swelter
The birds flew off with a fallout shelter
Eight miles high and falling fast
It landed foul on the grass
The players tried for a forward pass
With the jester on the sidelines in a cast
I’m a joker
I’m a smoker
I’m a midnight toker
I sure don’t want to hurt no one
Do you really want to hurt me?
Do you really want to make me cry?
And in the streets the children screamed
The lovers cried, and the poets dreamed
But not a word was spoken
The church bells all were broken
And the three men I admire most
The Father, Son, and the Holy Ghost
They caught the last train for the coast
The day the music died
Don’t go far, circle close
The father, son, the holy ghost
To the Trinity, I raise a toast
Ahh yeah
One, two, three lock box
One, two, three lock box
One, two, three o’clock, four o’clock rock
Five, six, seven o’clock, eight o’clock rock
Nine, ten, eleven o’clock, twelve o’clock rock
We’re gonna rock around the clock tonight
If only I could turn back time
If only I had said what I still hide
If only I could turn back time
I would stay for the night. For the night.
But there never seems to be enough time
To do the things you want to do
Once you find them
I’ve looked around enough to know
That you’re the one I want to go
Through time with