We’re goin’ back to the Shadows again !
Out where an Indian’s your friend!
Where the vegetables are green,
And you can pee right into the stream!
(And that’s important!)
We’re back from the Shadows again!
Oh, she could have laughed at me;
Oh, she could have left me for dead.
What did I know? Less than nothing;
so I listened and did as she said.
And back in the grass I heard the moon pass,
I listened to stars spreading rumors.
With dawn coming fast, I murmured “At last”
She had taught me to dance in the shadows."
Won’t you shadow dance for me?
Play it off and tell me how it feels
Do it light, taking me through the night
Shadow dancing, baby you do it right
Give me more, drag me across the floor
Shadow dancing, all this and nothing more
You can’t start a fire
You can’t start a fire without a spark
This gun’s for hire
Even if we’re just dancing in the dark
We didn’t start the fire
It was always burning
Since the world’s been turning
We didn’t start the fire
No we didn’t light it
But we tried to fight it
Cleveland, even now I can remember
Cause the Cuyahoga River
Goes smokin’ through my dreams
Burn on, big river, burn on
They asked me how I knew
My true love was true
I of course replied
Something here inside cannot be denied
They said “someday you’ll find all who love are blind”
When your heart’s on fire,
You must realize, smoke gets in your eyes
Smokey the Bear, Smokey the Bear.
Prowlin’ and a growlin’ and a sniffin’ the air.
He can find a fire before it starts to flame.
That’s why they call him Smokey,
That was how he got his name.
Debonair lullabies in melodies revealed
In deep despair on lonely nights
He knows just how you feel
The slyest rhymes, the sharpest suits
In miracles made real
Come on along and listen to
The lullaby of Broadway
The hip hooray and ballyhoo
The lullaby of Broadway
The lamb seems right out of place
Yet the Broadway street scene finds a focus in its face
Somehow it’s lying there, brings a stillness to the air
Though man-made light at night is very bright
There’s no whitewash victim as the neons dim to the coat of white
Rael Imperial Aerosol Kid
Wipes his gun - he’s forgotten what he did
And the lamb lies down on Broadway
Now from his pocket quick he flashes
The crayon on the wall he slashes
Deep upon the advertising
A single-worded poem comprised of four letters
Out of the night,
When the full moon is bright,
Comes the horseman known as Zorro.
This bold renegade
Carves a “Z” with his blade,
A “Z” that stands for Zorro.
Zorro, Zorro, the fox so cunning and free,
Zorro, Zorro, who makes the sign of the Z.
Two bits, four bits, six bits, a peso,
All for Zorro stand up and say so!
Dennis Moore, Dennis Moore,
Riding through the night.
Soon every lupin in the land
Will be in his mighty hand
He steals them from the rich
And gives them to the poor
Mr Moore, Mr Moore, Mr Moore
Hercules, people are safe when near him.
Hercules, only the evil fear him.
Softness in his eyes,
Iron in his thighs,
Virtue in his heart,
Fire in every part,
Of the Mighty Hercules.
Sleep with the window open
Sleep till tomorrow
Be my hero
Be without being lonely
Try to open
We try to open
Hoping for a hero
I want something
I want everything
I want nothing
Nothing else
I want someone
Not just anyone
Be my hero
We don’t need another hero,
We don’t need to know the way home
My heroes have always been cowboys
And they still are, it seems
Sadly, in search of, but one step in back of
Themselves and their slow movin’ dreams