This was dawn, there were no rules, we were so young,
Movies were born; so many songs yet to be sung.
So many roads still unexplored;
We gave the world new ways to dream.
Somehow we found new ways to dream.
Joan of Arc; look at my face, isn’t it strong?
There in the dark, up on the screen, where I belong.
We’ll show them all nothing has changed,
We’ll give the world new ways to dream
Everyone needs new ways to dream
Infinite dreams, I can’t deny them
Infinity is hard to comprehend
I couldn’t hear those screams
Even in my wildest dreams
She’s a wild child
Got a rebel soul with a whole lot of gypsy wild style
She can’t be tied down but for a while
I’ll be falling free and so in love
Might break my heart but God she drives me wild child
You’ve never heard of her favorite band unless you
Been to Bonnaroo or Burning Man
She’s Penny Lane in a Chevy van, she loves to love
I got one more life
Can you see it wasting away?
But I got a plan, oh
Do you understand?
The drugstore wife
I was dealing soul and other white
I won’t shake your hands, ah
'Cause death has no plans
But here we are the rolling people
Can’t stay for long
We gotta go
So come alive with the rolling people
Don’t ask why
We just know
I took the city 'bout one a.m.
Loaded, loaded
I’m all geared up to score again
Loaded, loaded
I come alive in the neon light
That’s when I make my moves right
They sentenced me to twenty years of boredom
For trying to change the system from within
I’m coming now, I’m coming to reward them
First we take Manhattan, then we take Berlin
Seen the lights go out on broadway
I saw the Empire State laid low
And life went on beyond the Palisades
They all bought Cadillacs and left there long ago
They held a concert out in Brooklyn
To watch the island bridges blow
They turned our power down
And drove us underground
But we went right on with the show
There’s no people like show people, they smile when they are low
Even with a turkey that you know will fold, you may be stranded out in the cold
Still you wouldn’t change it for a sack of gold, let’s go on with the show
Welcome back my friends to the show that never ends
We’re so glad you could attend, come inside, come inside
There behind a glass stands a real blade of grass
Be careful as you pass, move along, move along
Come inside, the show’s about to start
Guaranteed to blow your head apart
Rest assured you’ll get your money’s worth
Greatest show in Heaven, Hell or Earth
You’ve got to see the show, it’s a dynamo
You’ve got to see the show, it’s rock and roll, oh
I’m the center of attraction neath the bigtop I’m a star
A simple dude who can’t recoop from a love that’s gone too far
I know my heart will break the day you bring the curtain down
Where is the circus here comes the clown
Just when I’d stopped opening doors
Finally knowing the one that I wanted was yours
Making my entrance again with my usual flair
Sure of my lines
No one is there
Don’t you love farce?
My fault, I fear
I thought that you’d want what I want
Sorry, my dear
But where are the clowns?
There ought to be clowns
Quick, send in the clowns
Clowns were my boss at every job I ever had
Clowns run all the record companies that ever said we’re bad
Clowns pretended to be a girl who pretended to be my friend
This world is run by clowns who can’t wait for it to end
[Unbelievably, negatory on a search, tho I woulda sworn someone used it awhile back. Oh weel…]
Yes, I’m stuck in the middle with you
And I’m wondering what it is I should do
It’s so hard to keep this smile from my face
Losing control, yeah, I’m all over the place
Clowns to the left of me, jokers to the right
Here I am, stuck in the middle with you
Here comes the circus, everyone loves the circus,
And that includes the merry Mouseketeers!
Oh what a circus, oh what a show
Argentina has gone to town
Over the death of an actress called Eva Peron
We’ve all gone crazy
Mourning all day and mourning all night
Falling over ourselves to get all of the misery right
Oh what an exit, that’s how to go
When they’re ringing your curtain down
Demand to be buried like Eva Peron
It’s quite a sunset
And good for the country in a roundabout way
We’ve made the front page of all the world’s papers today
Eva flies away
Dreams the world far away
In this cruel children’s game
There’s no friend to call her name
Eva sails away
Dreams the world far away
The Good in her will be my sunflower field
Hans plays with Lotte, Lotte plays with Jane
Jane plays with Willi, Willi is happy again
Suki plays with Leo, Sacha plays with Britt
Adolf builds a bonfire, Enrico plays with it
Whistling tunes we hid in the dunes by the seaside
Whistling tunes we’re kissing baboons in the jungle
It’s a knockout
If looks could kill, they probably will
In games without frontiers - war without tears
Games without frontiers - war without tears
I got it from Agnes
She got it from Jim
We all agree it must have been
Louise who gave it to him
Now she got it from Harry
Who got it from Marie
And ev’rybody knows that Marie
Got it from me
And the days they get longer and longer
And the nighttime is a time of little use
For I just get ugly and older
I get juiced on Mateus and just hang loose
And I get bombed for breakfast in the morning
I get bombed for dinner time and tea
I dress in rags, smell a lot, and have a real good time
I’m a genuine example of a social disease
A-RAB: In my opinion, this child don’t need to have his head shrunk at all. Juvenile delinquency is purely a social disease!
ACTION: Hey, I got a social disease!
A-RAB: So take him to a social worker!