It wasn’t the first, it wasn’t the last
She knew we was making love
I was so satisfied deep down inside
Like a hand in a velvet glove
Seems like a touch, a touch too much
Seems like a touch, a touch too much
Too much for my body, too much for my brain
This damn woman’s gonna drive me insane
She’s got a touch, a touch too much
Did you ever really need somebody, and really need 'em bad
Did you ever really want somebody, the best stuff you ever had
Do you ever remember me, baby, did it feel so good
'Cause it was just the first time, and you knew you would
Do the eyes not sparkle, Senses goin’ keen
Takes me a love for 'long the way, to see her feathers preen
Kind of makes makes me feel sometimes, didn’t have to go
We are eagles of one nest, The nest is in our soul
I want to fly like an eagle
To the sea
Fly like an eagle
Let my spirit carry me
I want to fly like an eagle
Till I’m free
Fly through the revolution
I’d rather be a sparrow than a snail
Yes, I would
If I could
I surely would
I’d like to be under the sea
In an octopus’s garden in the shade
He’d let us in, knows where we’ve been
In his octopus’s garden in the shade
The boat goes out, surrender yours
It could be any day
The fishermen shout, approaching storm
It’s just like yesterday
Sometimes I can’t tell what I’m doin’ here
Am I s’pposed to be a clown or a buccanneer
From the vaguest clue to the faintest idea
A Roman holiday
Surrender smiles, epiphany
It’s almost every day
And the sea’s in my bed
And the moon’s in my head
When a moon hits your eye like a big pizza pie
That’s amore
When the world seems to shine like you’ve had too much wine
That’s amore
A bottle of white, a bottle of red
Perhaps a bottle of rose instead
We’ll get a table near the street
In our old familiar place
You and I, face to face
A bottle of red, a bottle of white
It all depends on your appetite
I’ll meet you any time you want
In our Italian restaurant
Red red wine, you make me feel so fine,
You keep me rockin’ all of the time
Red red wine, you make me feel so grand,
I feel a million dollar when you’re just in my hand
Red red wine, you make me feel so sad,
Any time I see you go, it make me feel bad
Red red wine, you make me feel so fine,
Monkey back and ease up on the sweet deadline
How does the wine taste?
Does it stain your lips?
What is the fruit like?
Just beyond my finger tips?
Just out of reach, I see so much
I cannot taste and mustn’t touch
Tied to my little world
My safe little world
I’ve built walls
A fortress deep and mighty
That none may penetrate
I have no need of friendship, friendship causes pain
It’s laughter and it’s loving I disdain
I am a rock
I am an island
Then I went off the fight some battle that I’d invented inside my head.
Away so long for years and years,
You probably thought or even wished that I was dead.
While the armies are all sleeping beneath the tattered flag we’d made.
I had to stop in my tracks for fear of walking on the mines I’d laid.
And if I’ve built this fortress around your heart,
Encircled you in trenches and barbed wire,
Then let me build a bridge, for I cannot fill the chasm,
And let me set the battlements on fire.
If ever I return pretty Peggy-O,
If ever I return pretty Peggy-O
If ever I return your cities I will burn
Destroying all the ladies in the area-O.
Purple hum, assorted cards
Razor lights you’ll bring
And all to prove you’re on the move
And vanishing
Candy-O, I need you so
Candy-O, I need you so
If lust and hate is the candy
if blood and love tastes so sweet
then we give 'em what they want
Give the people what they want
You gotta give the people what they want
Blow out your brains, and do it right
Make sure it’s prime time and on a Saturday night.
You gotta give the people what they want
You gotta give the people what they want
Give the people what they want
Give the people what they want
Give the people what they want
People want better education now, now
People want better food to eat
People want, hey, better housing
People need money, money
Money, money, money
Must be funny
In the rich man’s world
Money, money, money
Always sunny
In the rich man’s world
Aha-ahaaa
All the things I could do
If I had a little money
It’s a rich man’s world
I’ve got ninety thousand French francs in my fridge
I’ve got lots of lovely Lire
Now the Deutschmark’s getting dearer
And my dollar bills would buy the Brooklyn bridge
The pound is sinking
The peso’s falling
The lira’s reeling
Feeling quite appalling
The mark is holding
The franc is fading
The drachma’s very weak
But everyone’s still trading