I’m not talking ‘bout movin’ in
And I don’t want to change your life
But there’s a warm wind blowing the stars around
And I’d really love to see you tonight
I won’t ask for promises
So you won’t have to lie
We’ve both played this game before
Say I love you
Say goodbye
Please don’t ask no questions
And I won’t tell you lies
Diggin’ in the dirt, only gonna hurt
It’s time you realized
If you got somethin’ to say
Go ahead an’ fire away
No matter what card you play
It’s you I’ve always needed
This time you’ve gone too far
I told you, I told you, I told you, I told you
Don’t talk back
Just drive the car
Shut your mouth
I know what you are
Don’t say nothing
Keep your hands on the wheel
Don’t turn around
This is for real
Digging in the dirt
Stay with me, I need support
I’m digging in the dirt
To find the places I got hurt
Open up the places I got hurt
Too Much Information
No I was not aware
Too Much Information
What makes you think I care
What can I do to change her mind?
Maybe she thinks that I’m just not her kind
I think she wants me but she’s trying to play hard to get
When she treats me this way, I wish we’d never met
Information, that’s what I need
Some information. Where did she come from?
Information, that’s what I need
Some information
This one goes out to the one I love
This one goes out to the one I’ve left behind
Another prop has occupied my time
This one goes out to the one I love
I’m lonesome since I crossed the hill and o’er the moorland sedgy.
Such heavy thoughts my heart do fill, since parting with my Betsey.
I seek for one as fair and gay, but find none to remind me.
How sweet the hours I passed away with the girl I left behind me.
Did you ever hear of
Sweet Betsy from Pike,
Who crossed the wide prairies
With her husband, Ike,
With two yoke of cattle,
And one spotted hog,
A tall Shanghai rooster,
And an old yeller dog?
Young Yeller is a puppy
A little old lop-eared puppy
It’s plain to see he’s got a family tree
The image of his pappy
He’s frisky and he’s happy
And that’s how a good pup should be
Frisky and happy
Here Yeller
Come back, Yeller
Best doggone dog in the west
In the west
Here Yeller
Come back, Yeller
Best doggone dog in the west
Best doggone dog in the west
He’s a humdinger
a western swinger
But he has a little trouble
with his trigger finger
When he takes aim
it’s anybody’s guess
He’s the shakiest gun in the West
Sometimes you’re better off dead
There’s a gun in your hand it’s pointing at your head
You think you’re mad too unstable
Kicking in chairs and knocking down tables
In a restaurant in a West End town
Call the police there’s a mad man around
Running down underground
To a dive bar in a West End town
In a West End town a dead end world
The East End boys and West End girls
In a West end town in a dead end world
The East End boys and West End girls
West End girls
West End Avenue.
Delis and laundromats and gay bars,
West End Avenue.
Only a block away from Zabars.
Is it me? Is it you?
How do you know when you’re on
Dead End Avenue?
You were destined to be mine
Something always in the way
But obstacles can be removed
In the flash of a blade
Is it me? Is it you?
How do you know when you’re on
Dead End Avenue?
All this blood I spilled for you
Why is there horror in your eyes?
Is it me? Is it you?
How do you know when you’re on
Dead End Avenue?
Dah-ling I love you but give me Park Avenue.
Then you go
Downtown
Where the folks are broke.
You go Downtown
Where your life’s a joke.
You go Downtown
When you buy your token,
you go
Home to Skid Row.
How can anything survive
When these little minds tear you in two…
What a town without pity can do
Pick a little, talk a little, pick a little, talk a little,
Cheep cheep cheep, talk a lot, pick a little more
And after it rains there’s a rainbow
And all of the colors are black.
It’s not that the colors aren’t there
It’s just imagination they lack.
Everything’s the same back in my little town
The beds are so small that your feet touch the wall
The bedbugs so big that they swallow you whole
The lice are so thick that they cover the floor
I don’t feel at home on the Bowery no more.
The Bow’ry, the Bow’ry!
They say such things,
And they do strange things
On the Bow’ry! The Bow’ry!
I’ll never go there anymore!