People talking in movie shows
People smoking in bed
People voting Republican
Give them a boot to the head!
How lucky can one guy be?
I kissed her and she kissed me
Like the fella once said
“Ain’t that a kick in the head?”
Kick 'em when they’re up
Kick 'em when they’re down
Kick 'em when they’re up
Kick 'em when they’re down
Kick 'em when they’re up
Kick 'em when they’re down
Kick 'em when they’re stiff
Kick 'em all around
Well, they’ll stone you when you’re trying to be so good
They’ll stone you just like they said they would
They’ll stone you when you’re trying to go home
And they’ll stone you when you’re there all alone
But I would not feel so all alone
Everybody must get stoned
Well, they’ll stone you when you’re walking on the street
They’ll stone you when you’re tryin’ to keep your seat
They’ll stone you when you’re walkin’ on the floor
They’ll stone you when you’re walkin’ to the door
But I would not feel so all alone
Everybody must get stoned
I got stoned and I missed it
I got stoned and I missed it
I got stoned and it rolled right by
I got stoned and I missed it
I got stoned and I missed it
I got stoned oh me oh my
On a Sunday morning sidewalk
I’m wishing, Lord, that I was stoned
‘Cause there’s something in a Sunday
That makes a body feel alone
And there’s nothing short a’ dying
That’s half as lonesome as the sound
Of the sleeping city sidewalk
And Sunday morning coming down
Awaitin’ for the train that goes home, sweet Mary
Hopin’ that the train is on time
Sittin’ downtown in a railway station
One toke over the line
I’m sitting in the railway station
Got a ticket to my destination
On a tour of one-night stands my suitcase and guitar in hand
And every stop is neatly planned for a poet and a one-man band
Homeward bound,
I wish I was homeward bound
Oh the prairie lights are burnin’ bright
The Chinook wind is a-movin’ in
Tomorrow night I’ll be Alberta bound
Well I’m on my way
I don’t know where I’m going
I’m on my way
I’m taking my time but I don’t know where
Tell your story
Roll the truth around your head
Bound for glory
I ain’t getting out of this bed
The sun comes struggling on
Yesterday’s dead and gone
Oh! how I hate to get up in the morning,
Oh! how Id love to remain in bed;
For the hardest blow of all, is to hear the bugler call;
you’ve got to get up, you’ve got to get up, you’ve got to get up this morning!
Oh, I could hide 'neath the wings
Of the bluebird as she sings
The six-o’clock alarm would never ring
But it rings and I rise
Wipe the sleep out of my eyes
The shaving razor’s cold and it stings
Tumble outta bed and I stumble to the kitchen
Pour myself a cup of ambition
Yawn and stretch and try to come to life
Jump in the shower and the blood starts pumpin’
Out on the street the traffic starts jumpin’
With folks like me on the job from 9 to 5
You put your cleanest dirty shirt on
Then you stagger down to meet the dawn
You take a ride upon a bus, it’s just a fuss
You know it keeps you born
Woke up, fell out of bed
Dragged a comb across my head
Found my way downstairs and drank a cup
And looking up I noticed I was late
Do you nervously await the blows of cruel fate?
Do your checks bounce higher than a rubber ball?
Are you worried 'cause your girlfriend’s just a little late?
Are you looking for a way to chuck it all?
We can end your daily strife
At a reasonable price
You’ve seen it advertised in Life
You’ll feel just fine now
Buy a big bright green pleasure machine
Do you have that rundown feelin’, does your head go reelin’?
Are you nervous, jumpy or on the edge?
Is it neuritis, neuralgia, a head cold or stress?
Or maybe it’s your sinus drainage.
Are you reelin’ in the years?
Stowin’ away the time?
Are you gatherin’ up the tears?
Have you had enough of mine?
If I could save time in a bottle
The first thing that I’d like to do
Is to save every day
'Til eternity passes away
Just to spend them with you