Well, they ran through the briars and they ran through the brambles
And they ran through the bushes where a rabbit couldn’t go.
They ran so fast the hounds couldn’t catch 'em
down the Mississippi to the Gulf of Mexico.
I hear the baying of the hounds
In the distance, I hear them devouring
Pest ridden jackals of the earth
Diabolical beasts and roaming the forests
I never thought hyenas essential
They’re crude and unspeakably plain
But maybe they’ve a glimmer of potential
If allied to my vision and brain
All those who sheltered in their smile
Are scattered here from yesterday
And if the weak are left behind
They have to pay, and though you haven’t much to give
You know they take it - yours and mine
Sometimes it looks as though we lose
But then in time the finger points at them
The next in line
The vultures fly high
They circle over us all
The lonely sigh
I’ll take your hand if you fall
It’s the Pepsi generation
Comin’ at ya, goin’ strong.
Put yourself behind a Pepsi
If you’re livin’ then you belong
You’ve got a lot to live,
And Pepsi has a lot to give.
Doc-tor Pepper, so misunderstood!
It’s the most original soft drink ever
In the whole wide world.
Instead of drinking Mountain Dew outdoors
Oh Deach make Seven-Up yours?
Avoid Sierra Mist or Jolt indoors
Try to make Seven-Up yours!
You can be a Coffee Achiever
You can sit around the house and watch “Leave It To Beaver”
The future’s up to you
So whatcha gonna do?
Dare to be stupid
Stupid Cupid you’re a real mean guy
I’d like to clip your wings so you can’t fly
I’m in love and it’s a crying shame
And I know that you’re the one to blame
Blame it on the bossa nova with its magic spell
Blame it on the bossa nova that he did so well
Oh, it all began with just one little dance
But then it ended up a big romance
Blame it on the bossa nova
The dance of love
And then the man, he steps right up to the microphone
And says at last just as the time bell rings
“Goodnight, now it’s time to go home.”
And he makes it fast with one more thing,
“We are the Sultans, we are the Sultans of Swing.”
The Sheik he drove his Cadillac
He went a’ cruisin’ down the ville
The muezzin was a’ standing
On the radiator grille
The Shareef don’t like it
Rockin’ the Casbah, rock the Casbah
The Shareef don’t like it
Rockin’ the Casbah, rock the Casbah
Well I’m the sheik of Araby
Your love belongs to me
Well at night when you’re asleep
Into your tent I’ll creep
The stars that shine above
Will light our way to love
You’ll rule this world with me
I’m the sheik of Araby
Let me tell you about Ahab the Arab
The sheik of the burning sand
He had emeralds and rubies just drippin’ off 'a him
And a ring on every finger of his hand
The sons of the Prophet are brave men and bold
And quite unaccustomed to fear
But the bravest by far in the ranks of the Shah
Was Abdul Abulbul Amir
[2 weeks for that Clash song, b_d…]
For the words of the profits
Were written on the studio wall…
Concert hall…
Echoes with the sounds, of salesmen
Of Salesmen…
Ohh, Salesmen!
It’s the same old story
Everywhere I go
I get slandered, libeled
I hear words I never heard in the Bible
And I’m one step ahead of the shoeshine
Two steps away from the county line
Just trying to keep my customers satisfied
Satisfied
I am justified
I am purified
I am sanctified
Inside you
Love of my life, God grant the years
Confirm the chrism - rose to rood!
Anointing loves, asperging tears
In the sanctifying solitude
That holds my heaven and holds my hell
When I fell
Deep inside her
And I fell
Some kind of heaven
Please help me, I’m falling
In love with you.
Close the door to temptation,
Don’t let me walk through.
Turn away from me, darling,
I’m begging you to
Please help me, I’m falling
In love with you.